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    Charlie's Final Request

     

    “Bella?” he asked, I nodded. “Is that really you?” I nodded again, “How?” he asked, Edward walked behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder, “Edward?” he said looking at Edward. Edward nodded; He looked around and noticed that every single Cullen looked the same. “How?” he asked again, I looked at Carlisle, who nodded,

    “You may not believe me dad, but the Cullens and I are vampires,” I explained, he stared at me,

     

    “I must be dreaming” he said, closing his eyes,

     

    “You’re not dreaming dad,” I said, he opened his eyes again.

     

    “Alright” he said smiling, and then looked at the wolves, or well the La Push kids.

     

    “Can I talk to my family-in-law and Bella alone, please?” he asked, Sam nodded and the wolves walked out the door. “Bella, Can you sing for me, sing for me one last time, even if this is just a dream, can you sing for me?” he asked,

     

    “Dad, this isn’t a dream but I will sing for you” I said, he smiled then closed his eyes.

     

    Wind blowin' on my face
    Sidewalk flyin' beneath my bike
    A five year-old's first taste
    Of what freedom's really like
    He was runnin' right beside me
    His hand holdin' on the seat
    I took a deep breath and hollered
    As I headed for the street

     

    I still remembered the first time he ever taught me to ride a bike. He bought me this really cute bike at a yard sale for $10.00, it was a little red rusty bike, but I instantly love it, I don’t know why I like red and rusty colour things, first it was my bike, then my car, then Edward… then again I wouldn’t place him under that category. Anyways, I was five years old and he thought I would be a good idea if I learned to ride a bike. Let’s just say I’ve never ever road a bike again.
     
    You can let go now, Daddy
    You can let go
    Oh, I think I'm ready
    To do this on my own
    It still feels a little bit scary
    But I want you to know
    I'll be okay now, Daddy
    You can let go

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