EPILoGUE:

Thursday, September 25th 2010; two years later:

A soft melody passed through the small cabin, echoing thought the surrounding forest in which it was built in. It was bubbly, almost like soap, but the joy made his heart ache and clench at the memory that it brought along, and made his chest tighten as if he couldn't breathe. But soon, it filled with a depressing sorrow. The rain brutally slammed into the houses windows, and the gust of wind forced the leaves to dance outside and flee from the branches they were clinging too. A young child played with a small rag doll in the living room, pretending to comb her hair while the patriarch composed the music in a seemingly calm way. The mother held his shoulders while he played, no words coming from anyone's mouth.

It was a song of remorse, especially suiting the date. For the day, was the day where the Forks School had fallen to only one student's alone, multiple killed in the act, and selective areas of the school destroyed and objects inside burnt to crisp. It was the perfect setting, and he had been playing it for the last two years—on this day and on his birthday. His eyes barely ever looked from the glossy white keys in which his fingers glided across in smooth elegance, but only once had he looked up to glance longingly at the picture on the alabaster colored walling.

Still, it was impossible to believe it was true. All of it, but in reality, it was just harder to grasp when he realized he wasn't dreaming as he had hoped he was. Although he knew that it was all disappointingly true, he could not help but to wish and hope that he would wake up back in his senior year.

The man loved his family he had created, a wonderful wife, a gorgeous daughter that they both loved and caressed. He wouldn't trade anything for them, even if it meant bringing the ones who had been gone for years back to him—as awful as it may sound.

And as the soft melodic song carried on throughout the house, he felt the chilling presence he had always felt when he played the very song on these days, and when most people found that paranormal chill eerie and spooky, he found it oddly comforting. In a small exhale of air, he greeted in a small voice that even the closest spectator couldn't even hear: "Hello sister"

It didn't bother him that he got no response and he pressed on playing his song as it neared toward the end. He still remembered the last time he saw her. The last word that she mustered to him... The scene overall still played behind his eyelids whenever he thought about it when he closed his optics—as if it were just yesterday. He still wished for their conversations to live once again, for their closeness to survive. No one in his family could describe how close they had been.

The song came to a smooth halt, and Edward looked up in silence; glaring through the ceiling as if he could see the sky. He knew that Alice would never be here to fulfill his wishes. She was never coming back, and he could barely even stand what Marco had done to him—and though it is horrible to say, he was glad the boy had took a bullet to his mouth. His emerald gaze returned upon the wall, where a picture of Alice smiling in Jaspers arms hung high on the wall.

Today, his sister had passed, to never return again…

Fin.

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