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Carlisle's POV

My son. Gone.

Edward. Gone. To Volterra, in the hopes of ednding his existance.

My first child, too late for me to try and save him, no matter how hard I wanted to try, he was gone.

Alice had been so sure, that Bella - my sweet daughter - had ended her life, and Rosalie had told Edward.

No one would have guessed Edwards reaction apart from me - and maybe Alice - because I had known him since he became part of this immortal life, and I knew that he tended to blame himself for everything.

Alice phoned, saying that it had all been a misunderstanding, and that Bella was fine... but Edward hadn't gotten this news before he threw away his phone, and got the first one-way ticket to Volterra, the place that in lees than an 6 minutes, according to Alice, would be the place of his death.

Bella - selfless, caring Bella - along with Alice would be in volterra now, maybe not able to find Edward, maybe they were already too late, maybe the Volturi had already ended his existance, either way Alice and Bella would be devistated, and Bella would most likley brake, and would not be fixed.

I suppose I shoud have some faith in God, plead with him, now in such a desperate time, that he would return my family safley to me, unharmed.

But I knew that if not for a miracle, Edward would not be saved, Bella and Alice may get caught too, trying to save my son, the first friend I really had in this existance.

I looked at the clock, and sobbed, time had ran out, Edward would not return. My son would not come home.

I could only hope that Alice would get heself and bella out of harms way, and come home.

I don't know how long I sat there and sobbed, and mourned for the loss of my son.

But my weeping was interupted by the shrill of a telephone downstairs.

I sped downstairs, hoping it was Alice, telling me she was okay, hoping desperatley that she would tell me that all of my family was safe, including Edward.

I looked at the screen and let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

It was Alice.

I flipped it open, and braced mysef for the sadness in her voice.

"He's safe! We're safe! We saved him Carlisle!! we did it, we're on our way home!"

I cried out in relief and happiness, my prayers had been heard, my family was safe. My family would be whole again.

My son was coming home.

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