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It felt... cold. Completely and utterly frozen under my soft, warm touch. Cold and stiff, like an iceberg anchored to the North Pole. Nevertheless, when I would caress it, certain limbs would immediately twitch, starting a sort of nervous reaction that only took place with the clash of the unknown. Its fingers moved for a second, falling lifeless almost instantly to the table that held it. The body. My body.

Me among others have always wondered how would it be like to see life from a different perspective, with another set of eyes. Would we be what we thought we were? I still held that doubt, since I still have a sight of my own, the same one I've always had, only I could see myself now, lying unconscious on my very own kitchen table.

I hovered, positioning the hazy aura that I had become over the countless bodies that were maneuvering with syringes, IV tubes and a wide range of pharmaceuticals around what used to be me, like I was flying. I could see them but they couldn't see me. They all had that characteristic pearl white skin and honey brown eyes, that were highlighted by their shockingly beautiful features. Beautiful, they were all beautiful.

I didn't want them to save my life. I didn't want to be saved. But I only wished in vain, since their hope heightened every time I would move in the very slightest, unnoticeable way. But, of course, they grasped everything. My every movement. My every breath. The faint beat of my heart. However, I had no motivation to carry on. I didn't want to keep on lying. Not even my love for them and the ones who stood outside of these walls would pull away the darkness that was threatening to drawn me.

Or so I thought.

Then he showed up and he ran up to my body – to me – and then he, him, my innocent and irresistible fatal sin, said my name.

And then I woke up.

NAOMI SCOTTNOVA CASS

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NAOMI SCOTT
NOVA CASS

LINDSEY MORGANARDEN CALL

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LINDSEY MORGAN
ARDEN CALL

LAURA HARRIERERIN SULLIVAN

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LAURA HARRIER
ERIN SULLIVAN

LAURA HARRIERERIN SULLIVAN

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TWILIGHT CAST
THEMSELVES

DISCLAIMER; The entire Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer and Summit, I only own the storylines of Nova, Arden, Erin and their respective families.

AUTHOR'S NOTE; Hey guys! Thank you so much for showing interest in mu new fanfic! I'm really excited for this one, since it's a plot that I've been working on for almost a year. Please, don't be afraid to vote, it takes me a lot of time to write, specially in English (not my first language). Thank you so much!

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