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A/N: I noticed this when I was going over the chapters trying to make some longer, the APOV chapters always seem to be some of the shortest. I'm not sure why that is. I'm sorry about that. I'll try to make the next one longer. I promise. Oh, and if all of these chapters seem really short while you are reading them, I'm sorry for that, because when I was typing them all on my wordpad, they were all between one to two pages long so, I didn't realize that they would look so short. This is one of the shortest chapters that I have. Well, anyway, I'm ranting now, so, let's get on with it.

APOV

I came home from the store with Jazz after school. I ran up to my room really quick, to drop off my new purchased items, then went back downstairs. Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Carlisle and Esme were all waiting for me in the livingroom. Family conference. About Edward. I sat down with the others.

"So, how was Edward today?" Emmett asked. After all these years, it was still hard to picture him as the serious guy that he was trying to be now. He was usually the funny guy and, for him to take something seriously, it had to be severe. This was one of those occasions.
"Miserable, of course. Should we have expected it any other way?" I said to him. Carlisle gave me a strange look. "I've been watching him all day. I was worried so I wanted to make sure that nothing happened to him." Carlisle nodded.
"He-um- came up with a new composition today." said Esme. "One of his longest yet."
"That's the last time you're going to hear him play for a while. He doesn't want to play anymore. The memories that come with it are just too painful for him. But we should really wrap this family meeting up. He's going to wake up in three minutes. Renee called him today. She told him the dates for the funeral. There are two viewings. One in the morning and one tomorrow afternoon. And then the burial service will be the day after tomorrow, in the morning."
"Thank you for telling us that, Alice. He probably wouldn't have told us himself, would he?"
"Probably not."
"What did you go to the store for?" asked Rosalie.
"To buy everyone clothes for tomorrow and the next day."
"Will he be joining us for dinner?" asked Esme.
"No. And, he won't eat anything for the next two days, no matter how hard anyone tries to convince him."
"Okay. Thank you, Alice."
"Sure thing. But, he's going to wake up in about a minute, so I'm going to go upstairs and talk with him for a while. Keep him company."
"Yes. That would be a good idea. Shall we come up and get you for dinner?" asked Carlisle.
"Just have Jasper text me or something."
"Okay."

I went upstairs to the third floor where Edward's room was. I leaned against the door frame and watched as he stirred and awoke. He rolled over onto his other side without opening his eyes.

Finally he spoke, still not opening his eyes.
"You know, Alice, you can come in. You don't have to stand there in my doorway watching me sleep." I smiled and sat on the bed with him and he sat up. Clair de Lune was still playing on his stereo, but he did not make a move to turn it down or off.
"How did you sleep?" I asked quietly after a minute.
"Okay."
"Did you dream at all?"
"Yes. Once. But then Esme came in and I woke up. I didn't dream again after that."
"Well, I suppose that's a good thing."
"I guess."
"Esme said that you came up with a new composition today."
"You didn't know?"
"No. I must not have been watching when you decided to play."
"Oh. Yeah. I did."
"Would you like to play it for me? I'd love to hear it."
"Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow."
"All right, Edward. Take your time."
"What time are we going down in the morning?"
"At about nine."
"Okay. Thanks Alice. And, did you-?"
"Get you something to wear? Yes. I did. I went shopping right after school."
"Thank you."
"I'm gonna go eat dinner." I told him, as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
"Okay."
"If you don't want to leave your room, feel free to call me or text me or something and I'll come right in."
"Thank you, Alice. I'll do that." I hugged my brother and then stood up and left.