Status: Re-Writing
Emotions Run Wild
Odd
Scarlett; it was her. I wasn’t sure how and I knew Edward was confused as well from my thoughts. Was this why Alice had been acting up all day? Scarlett was the blank spot and having that moment of not feeling everyone else’s emotions I let my own out, glad for once to be around a human. But when she freaked, I knew something was wrong and wondered if she was able to feel that too.
Glancing quickly at Edward as he nodded and pulled up in front of her house, quickly allowing her out, I saw the flash of sympathy on his face. Why would Edward need to feel sympathy? Once she was gone I noticed her bag was still in the car and all the emotions around me had returned.
I could feel Edward’s confusion laced with sympathy and something else; disappointment? But why he was disappointed I wasn’t sure of. Alice was smug and satisfied; that was just as confusing for me as Edward’s disappointment.
“Alice,” snapping at my wife, Edward Spun out of the drive way and had us home in a matter of minutes.
Preening like a peacocks, Alice glided out of the car once we had stopped her thoughts clearly making Edward angry. Why I wasn’t sure but it seemed the oddity that was our family was getting odder.
Several hours later, while Alice was out hunting with Esme and Rose I sat in our room a blank book in front of me. I suppose I could start another journal with this new development being the main focus.
Most of the family used the computer to do their journals, but being from a much different era then those that my family was around and adaptable too and the circumstances that I lived my life in, I preferred to write my thoughts. Edward was another that was much like me in that aspect. He had over a hundred years worth of journals stacked in his room.
Although Edward’s choice of pen had advanced through the years I preferred to use my quill pen and with each stroke of my pen on the paper I remembered my days as a major in the confederate army.
Starting with the date I did my best to capture the full effect of what happened when Scarlett was within range; the disappearance of my powers and Alice’s reaction to the new girl in question, were at the top of my page and by the end of my entry I had come to the conclusion that Alice, my wife of many years, had seen something she didn’t like involving Scarlett.
But why she kept that from me, led to many different assumptions that I immediately put to rest. I had faith in Alice and knew that when she was ready she would tell me. I was above spying on my wife and therefore would not ask Edward about the vision she had had or her thoughts in the car that had resulted in her feelings of satisfaction.
Cleaning off my pen I put it back in the drawer as well as my ink horn and after making sure my work had dried I placed my journal in beside the two before wandering off to find a book I hadn’t read several times past reasonable.
Glancing quickly at Edward as he nodded and pulled up in front of her house, quickly allowing her out, I saw the flash of sympathy on his face. Why would Edward need to feel sympathy? Once she was gone I noticed her bag was still in the car and all the emotions around me had returned.
I could feel Edward’s confusion laced with sympathy and something else; disappointment? But why he was disappointed I wasn’t sure of. Alice was smug and satisfied; that was just as confusing for me as Edward’s disappointment.
“Alice,” snapping at my wife, Edward Spun out of the drive way and had us home in a matter of minutes.
Preening like a peacocks, Alice glided out of the car once we had stopped her thoughts clearly making Edward angry. Why I wasn’t sure but it seemed the oddity that was our family was getting odder.
Several hours later, while Alice was out hunting with Esme and Rose I sat in our room a blank book in front of me. I suppose I could start another journal with this new development being the main focus.
Most of the family used the computer to do their journals, but being from a much different era then those that my family was around and adaptable too and the circumstances that I lived my life in, I preferred to write my thoughts. Edward was another that was much like me in that aspect. He had over a hundred years worth of journals stacked in his room.
Although Edward’s choice of pen had advanced through the years I preferred to use my quill pen and with each stroke of my pen on the paper I remembered my days as a major in the confederate army.
Starting with the date I did my best to capture the full effect of what happened when Scarlett was within range; the disappearance of my powers and Alice’s reaction to the new girl in question, were at the top of my page and by the end of my entry I had come to the conclusion that Alice, my wife of many years, had seen something she didn’t like involving Scarlett.
But why she kept that from me, led to many different assumptions that I immediately put to rest. I had faith in Alice and knew that when she was ready she would tell me. I was above spying on my wife and therefore would not ask Edward about the vision she had had or her thoughts in the car that had resulted in her feelings of satisfaction.
Cleaning off my pen I put it back in the drawer as well as my ink horn and after making sure my work had dried I placed my journal in beside the two before wandering off to find a book I hadn’t read several times past reasonable.
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Well it is longer than my last updates and will only start to get longer.Evidently, one of my stories was reported but I've looked over the story and I am not seeing why. So please whoever reported A Second Chance at Life and Love, if you could contact me that would be awesome (if you read this story too).
Thanks for reading,
Devon