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After a hundred years of solitude, I began to question the constant guilt that was burden.
That's about when this whole mess started, and when my story starts.
"Hey, Eddie!" Emmett shouted. "Take a look and appreciate the genius!"
Emmett was taking down a bear with much self-directed appreciative thoughts. With one last swig, the bear was projected into the air and landed on the floor with a loud thump. I was bored, and had other things on my mind-like wallowing in self-pity.
"YEY!" cried Emmett, pumping both fists into the air. I heard his approaching footsteps, and the resultant scrambling of the smallest creatures. Sensible things they were—to hide in the presence of the greatest of predators. Though neither of us would consider ants a viable option for dinner-time.
"C'mon, bro, lighten up!" Emmett said as he tried to take my neck into a chokehold.
I didn't respond, but leaned forward so that his arm missed its aim by millimeters. It was in those moments of silence, without the constant prattle of several minds into my own, that my own thoughts caught up with me. Today, I was fixated on my hands—those of a killer's.
Emmett came to stand in front of me, as I could feel his thoughts darkening in intensity. That—was unusual for Emmett, and I paid close attention to him.
Then I heard it—a pain so unlike the usual state of mind of my boisterous brother.
"Edward—seriously, at some point, you must learn to forgive yourself."
It wasn't so much the words—I'd heard this kind of advice over and over, but his thoughts were laced with pain, sorrow I was inflicting daily on my brother, on my family. It was as if for an instant, I had borrowed Jasper's ability, and could sense years of sufferings in an instant.
He took my shoulder in his grasp for emphasis, and then I knew—I knew—what did I know?
It was an overture in my mind, the great beginning of things—finally, maybe?
I vaguely noticed Emmett, his back turned on me as he started to walk away. But in my mind the turmoil was reaching its climax, for years of sins, and the sufferings—all subsequent restrictions I had imposed on myself—could I hope those atoned for…?
Could it be?
Emmett Cullen was recovering his usual cheerfulness, when a sudden, ridiculously loud "POP!" was heard, and as he turned, in the place where his brother stood moments before was… nothing.
"What the—?"
A/N: I know, short. But bear with me, we'll get to the animal delights. If you happened to notice a mistake, please tell me… I'm afraid English is not my first language. Also, if you shamelessly want to leave a little bit of love—go ahead!
See you next chapter.