The Edwards

Ninth Edward.

A/N: Funny quick note. I was obsessed with this story you see, that I ended up starting dreaming of it. So basically, the things written in this chapter is what had happened. I hope you guys enjoy! :)

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The Edwards

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Is it even possible for miracles to happen?

Why do miracles happen? I mean, it's not that I have anything against it, it's just that miracles aren't just miracles in the first place, just a turn of destiny.

I don't know what I'm sputtering on about, but as far as I know, you, dear Edward, were my miracle.

I know I'm getting sentimental here, maybe a bit emotional, but the truth is the truth. You were my miracle, and I hope I was yours.

True to your grandmother's words, you woke up the minute I decided to wake up early in the morning, in a dreamless haze.

Facing reality is just as worse as losing you in my sleep, because it's there, the feeling of your absence creeping in every corner.

The moment I recieved a phone call from the hospital, saying that your grandmother wanted me to go there, I was estatic.

There it is Edward, I'm finally seeing you!

I went bonkers and decided to fancy myself, even if I had the nagging feeling you'd never know me anyway, but optimistic as I was, I shook it all away.

God, My dreams were a waste of time.

It's a long journey to get to know you again and pretend that I haven't met you, it's like trying to forget you and re-arrange the things again.

"Mom, that survivor named Edward, uhm, he woke up. His family called and asked me to come.. I was hoping...."

"Sure."

"Oh, okay, I'll be going then."

"Do tell me the fishy things, okay?"

"There's nothing to tell mom."

"And I'm a unicorn. Now go."

Now why does everyone think we have a thing? Your grandmother and mother did, and so did my family.

I'm happy about that, but I guess deep down my guts I know it's never gonna happen. There's never going to be an us.

Because and Edward like you, deserves a Bella unlike me. I know, Almost everything I write to you seems like Twilight baised.

Maybe I'm doing it on purpose because you hate the movie, maybe not.

So I took the bus ride to the hospital and sat beside a pretty pale girl who took the seat next to the window, staring at the world.

"Do you mind if I take a seat?" I asked, sitting down beside her with a soft smile.

"No, not at all."

"Thanks."

And after the short lived conversation, she smiled and returned to the window, thinking about the world and other things.

I oberved her, although it might sound creepy, I was trying to understand the un-understandable. I'm interested in a piece full of black lines and dots that were supposed to say something.

She was like you, Edward, completely irrevocable. No filters, no additional context, just plain original.

"So, where are you off to?"