foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

Carlisle healed the wound on his hand that was rubbed by the broken mirror, and began to realize the seriousness of the problem.He looked at the medical staff walking outside the office, sat down and closed the door.

Edward tapped the wooden armrest with his index and middle fingers unhurriedly, with a wicked look on the corner of his mouth, and his pale complexion showed a faint sense of cold and hard lines under the incandescent lamp.

"You mean you were in the dream scene?" Carlisle packed up the gauze and alcohol for bandages, and then raised his eyes to signal Edward, "But Edward said he saw you standing straight in the corridor, Bella tentatively You didn’t respond to the sexual call. In order not to cause any abnormalities, Edward just made an excuse when he saw your fist clenched tightly, and the wound suddenly bleeds.”

I shrugged my shoulders to show that I wasn't lying, and Edward responded with a low hum to show that everything was true.

"It's true that the wound is a glass or mirror cut, but... this is outrageous." Carlisle was filled with emotion, but when he thought that he was also an existence unimaginable by human beings, he realized that no matter how outrageous things are possible, he changed again. Explaining, "I mean that dream and reality are intertwined, which surprises me."

Edward took my hand and kneaded it like a toy.

"I can understand that the swallowtail butterfly is because of the paintings on the entire wall before it died, and you are being guided back step by step by this black swallowtail butterfly that suddenly appeared on your body..." Edward seemed to be looking for a suitable one. He paused for a moment, "Back to the scene when you were called Da Ge, and you were still alive at the end."

I pouted, motioning for him to continue.

He slowly clenched my hand, fingers tightly intertwined, but the words he asked were like thunder: "So, Chris—what happened before you died?"

Carlisle looked at me too, and stopped everything he was doing.

"What else are you hiding from us?"

The meaningful eyes pushed me to the most central position, I opened my mouth, but couldn't say a word.My fingers unconsciously wanted to close, and the heat source was constantly concentrated behind my back. In the hospital where the heating was already turned on, I was so stuffy and full of enthusiasm that I sank deeper and deeper into the abyss.Edward felt my rising temperature carefully, rubbed his jointed fingers, and told me with casual details, don't be afraid.

I didn't want to hide it too much at first, so I honestly confessed: "Well, I was a criminal policeman when I was alive."

They were not surprised at all now. The previous speculation confirmed the source of the gun. After all, the source and use of guns in country Z are clearly regulated by law, and they are not freely used.

"I just remember that I was on a mission, but the mission had an accident." I thought about it carefully, but there were only fragments of a splitting headache, "The knife, inserted into my heart...it hurts, holding that knife is...yes, It's a woman."

"It's okay, Chris." Edward wrapped me in his arms, and gently patted my back with his other hand to relieve my increasingly intense pain. I was short of breath and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Sorry, I don't know anymore." I laughed at myself, "I don't know how I died."

I want to leave, I want to sort out my thoughts somewhere quietly and casually.It was obvious that Edward sensed my bewilderment. He talked to Carlisle for a few words, exchanged opinions, and then took me away.

Anyway, the dream was exactly as Edward said, the weird mirror, the empty hallway and the repeated words, it was revealing my death or there was something else in it.But it is becoming clear little by little, no matter what is behind it, I just want to live a good life.

With Dago's soul, he can live well as Chris.