"Edward," my voice cracked as I sunk down on my knees, next to my unconscious brother. Tears clouded my vision but I refused to cry. I can't cry. Not while my brother needs me.
I hurried to take off my gloves, so I can touch him. And heal him. He'll be okay once I heal him. For once, I'm grateful for having been given this gift. Whatever it may be, it'll save my brother and bring him back to me. Therefore, I am grateful.
I took his head gently, resting it on my lap. Checking to see if he's breathing, under his nose. I checked his pulse as well. Nothing. I wanted to panic. So bad. He can't be dead. My brother can't be dead.
He's defied death numerous times before. Why would he give in now? When he's with me and our family. All our friends. Sky, who looks like he's about to break down c
