Twilight Collision: Falling Into Pieces

A Series of Unfortunate Events

They say things happen for a reason. When something life-changing happens in your life, whether good or bad, it always leaves you to wonder, is there a Greater Being out there that's behind all of this? Or is this just how the grand scheme of things works? Fate, destiny, or whatever you want to call it, you ask yourself, is this really how it's supposed to be? Every action that you do, no matter how big or how small, is like a chain reaction that leads you to where you are right at this very moment in time.

For example, a young woman decides to look for her loved ones who didn't want to be found, and in doing so, that young woman makes a decision that renders another, hundreds of miles away, blind of her future.

"Uggh I hate this!"

"Alice, you know Edward doesn't want you looking into Bella's future"

"Huh, even if I want to, I can't. She's blocked me again"

"I'm sure she's okay. She's not going to try anything that would jeopardize her safety"

"Knowing Bella, I doubt that."

Or when that young woman finally starts her journey a month later, she decides to carry a backpack with her that is so common that 8 out of 10 people would likely be carrying one just like it.

You would suddenly think if it was really a coincidence that another young woman sitting beside her in a bus ride, one night, would be carrying an exact same bag...

Or that a guy suddenly crosses the street causes the bus driver to hit the brakes, jolting the passengers and their belongings...

Or on the next bus stop, the other young woman leaves the bus noticing a much heavier bag but brushes it off in her hurry...

Or if the young woman left on the bus haven't been focusing too much on blocking her future from being seen, she would have been able to pay attention to the accidental switch that happened.

Or not until the other young woman who got off the bus turned into an empty alley to get some things in her bag, did she notice that it was not hers all along...

Or that the guy that carelessly crossed the street turned into the same alley because he was trying to get away from the police after he robbed a store.

Or when a police car blocked the alley and out of panic, the guy pulls out a gun and starts shooting.

Sometimes you think the outcome could have been different if only things would have been done differently.

If only the young woman stopped and turn around when she found out the bag was not hers, she wouldn't have walked straight in between the police and the shooter.

And if only a boy, thousands of miles away, decided sooner rather than later to contact his father, his sister, who was already on his way to meet their father, wouldn't have seen a dreaded vision of him.

If only the sister reached for her phone a few seconds ahead of time, then it would be her call instead of his that their father would be receiving.

If only the father received the call in his office instead of in the emergency room in the hospital where he was working, the boy would have not overheard the commotion in the surroundings.

"Hello? Edward? Son? Please come back. We all miss you"

If only the boy spoke right away instead of staying silent on the other line, he wouldn't have been able to focus on the conversation that was clearly heard on the phone.

"Dr. Myers, please sign here so we can have the body transferred to the morgue."

"What happened?"

"Multiple gunshot wounds. She was caught in between the police and a robber. Died in the ambulance."

"Any identification?"

"Isabella Marie Swan, 18"

If only the paramedics arrived before the father answered his phone, the paramedic would have given the papers to him and the doctor wouldn't have asked for the victim's name before looking at the paper. The doctor wouldn't have heard the paramedic say the victim's name out loud.

The doctor would have silently rushed towards the body, to make sure.... to see for himself because then he would have known even before reaching her side that the scent of the dead girl's body was different. Even before looking at the girl's face, the features of the body, the length, the girls build, he knew it was different and when he would look at the face of the dead girl, he would be a hundred percent certain that it was not the girl that his son loves and his son wouldn't have known about the dead girl or the mistaken identity.

"It's not her! Son? It's not her!"

He wouldn't have had to convince the boy on the other line because by then, the only sound that he heard was a dial tone and just as his daughter arrived at the hospital, her vision wouldn't have solidified.

If only the boy didn't leave his family to be on his own, then he wouldn't have to call. His family would have been there for him to help him cope. His father would have asked him to be with him in the hospital, so he wouldn't have to mope around the house. He would have been there when a young woman walks in the hospital asking for his father. Their reunion wouldn't have been marked with dread.

"Carlisle?"

"...Bella... How did you..."

"I had some help.... Carlisle... what's wrong?"

"It's Edward..."

"Where is he? Is he with you? Is he in your home? I want to.... talk to him... please"

"Bella... Edward left... he – "

"Carlisle! Bella?!"

"Alice, what's going on?!"

"It's Edward! He's gone to Italy"

Eventually, we would all come face to face with death, but the girl never realized that she would be facing it sooner because she knew the implications. She knew what was in Italy and she knew that it was already the end of the line.

But then, she asks herself... what if, this is not supposed to be how it ends? What if she can still make a difference? So, she opens her mind, letting his sister be filled with visions of her because right now, there's no more hiding. There's only one thing that she wants to do... save him... save him from his impending doom and save him from himself because if he dies, she dies with him.

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