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    The Lullaby

     

    I was bored and wanted to know something. I know that Edward always hummed my lullaby and once he played it on the guitar that I got from Renee that I got as a small gift that I’ve wanted ever since I was ten, but I’ve still never heard him sing it. I knew that it had to have words to it from the tune of it, but he never sung it. I wanted to know. My phone beeped and I answered.

    “Hello?” I asked.

    “Hello, love,” Edward answered. “How are you?”

    “Great. And you?”

    “Lovely. I’m going to pick you up in few minutes so you can come over, okay? I won’t be long”

    “Wait…how did you know I wanted to come over?”

    “Alice told me. Are you surprised? I doubt it.”

    “Okay, well, I’ll see you soon. And I want to talk to you when you get here.”

    “Okay, love. Bye.”

    “Bye.” After I hung up, I went upstairs to rest before Edward got here. I hoped that Alice didn’t, and wouldn’t, tell Edward what I wanted to ask him. I would feel embarrassed if she told him I wanted to talk to him about my lullaby. When he got here, we went up to my room for a while first. We stayed on my bed and stayed silent.

    “Edward?” I asked.

    “Yes, love?”

    “How come you’ve never sung me my lullaby? I mean, I know that the real tune is with the guitar, but why won’t you sing it to me?”

    “You want me to?”

    “So much.”

    “Okay, come with me.”

    We went to the car and headed to the house. When we got there, nobody was there. He led me to his room with his guitar in his hand. He made sit on the bed and said,”The only reason that I never sung it was because it wasn’t perfected.”

    “But now it is?”

    “It’s been perfected for a few months,” he admitted.

    He began to play my lullaby, his hand and fingers moving swiftly among the strings. I still couldn’t believe that if there were three people playing guitars, he only needed one. Then, he began to sing in the most beautiful voice I ever heard.

    Being made of stone, will make you

    strong

    But I’ve been alone for oh so long

    Then there you were in silent mind

    And beauty that I thought I’d never

    find

    Something Strange is happening

    And I don’t know what to do

    I haven’t felt my heart beat in over 90

    years

    I love the way you look at me

    When you’re thinking no one else can

    see

    I feel like someone different when

    you’re near

    So sleep now and hold me tight

    Everything will be alright

    Just lay down and rest your waery

    eyes

    Calm down, you’re safe with me

    I love you more than you can see

    You need your rest and so I wrote you

    this

    Lullaby

    Could someone who has a soul

    Have such a hard time staying in

    control

    Eternity can a while

    I’ll miss the way you blush when you smile

    Something Strange is happening

    And I don’t know what to do

    I haven’t felt my heart beat in over 90

    years

    I love the way you look at me

    When you’re thinking no one else can

    see

    I feel like someone different when

    you’re near

    So sleep now and hold me tight

    Everything will be alright

    Just lay down and rest your waery

    eyes

    Calm down you’re safe with me

    I love you more than you can see

    You need your rest and so I wrote you

    This

    Lullaby

    Something Strange is happening

    And I don’t know what to do

    I haven’t felt my heart beat in over 90

    years

    I love the way you look at me

    When you’re thinking no one else can

    See

    I feel like someone different when

    you’re near

    calm down, you’re safe with me

    I love you more than you can see

    You need your rest and so I wrote you

    this

    Lullaby

    When he finished, I was crying. “That was beautiful, Edward. Thank-you.”

    “No, Bella, thank-you," he said and we hugged eachother.

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