When Edward feels home sick for chicago, he convinces Carlisle to take them on vacation to see his hometown. But what happens when a hunting incident causes the impossible...?
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I stopped in a seemingly endless moment, letting shock consume me. It was one second later when I found myself performing CPR onto Edward, compressing his chest and forcing air down his throat. I realized something as I tried to revitalize my lifeless husband. When he had almost regained consciousness, I had heard the lyrics to a song playing on the Mp3 player. I had heard the first few lines, but had never really noticed until now. I could hear the lyrics:
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
I then realized that Edward had died with the words that ended the song, but had not recognized the meaning behind it:
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
I realized that if Edward had died on that lyric, that would have killed my dream of a family. But all of a sudden, I stopped everything I was doing, and what I was thinking and stared. This was not without good reason. A little white ball of light arose from his mouth. I had seen this in a Harry Potter movie. The little ball was his soul. I watched as Edward became encased in an enchanting golden light. The little ball sucked the light surrounding him up, changing it's color to a rich gold. It then dropped and receded into its original place. The golden shimmering light enrobed him once again, everyone looking away from the brightness. And when it dimmed, Edward was a vampire again. His eyes, still golden, snapped open and he exited the room without a word.