HELLLLOOO! I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD! (literally...) I'm so sorry that it has been so long since I last updated this abruptly cut off fan fiction. If there are any of you still reading this, I'm so sorry for the long wait. Big changes have been happening in my life and I needed a break from everything. I've taken up writing again recently to relax me, and I thought you all deserved a continuation of this story.

**Evelyn, your review kind of made me want to pick this up again, so thank you!

Please enjoy this small chapter. I plan on updating much more frequently now.

Without further ado, what you've been waiting for!

"What?" I snapped, hearing a knock on the door behind me.

The door slowly opened, revealing my brother with his head hanging low.

"Go away Ahren." I turned around, hot and angry tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Eadlyn, please, you have to let me talk to you-"

"No, I don't!" I hissed. "Of all things, I never thought you would actually hit me."

He stopped, his face full of regret. I knew my twin, I knew he felt awful for what he did; to me, my father, and especially mom. Tears trickled down his cheeks, "You're right. You don't owe me anything." he said quietly, his usually clear and optimistic voice cracking as he spoke. "I don't deserve any kindness from you."

My heart melted a little, I knew that my twin never meant for me to fall and hit my head. I wasn't exactly doing a good job of reigning in my anger when I first saw him either. I knew I provoked him.

"I'm sorry." he said, his tears thickening. "Believe me when I say if I knew what was happening back here, I would have come back sooner, I didn't know that mom-"

I cut him off, throwing my arms around his neck, my tears staining his shoulder. He gripped my back, his own tears quickly being absorbed by the fabric on my own shoulder. I hadn't realized how much I needed my brother until now. How much I needed my twin to be here to tell me everything was going to be okay. Someone to confide my deepest feelings to. As much as I absolutely loved Kile, there was a bond between siblings that no one else could understand.

"I know." I cried, thinking about my mom. "I know you would've come back. I would've written but I didn't know where you were."

He didn't say anything, only squeezing me a bit tighter to say thank you. Thank you for understanding.

"Will you come with me to see her?" I whispered.

His torso tensed up, "I don't think she'll want to see me. Not after everything I've done. Dad, he's glad I'm back but he's so mad...Eady if she doesn't make it he'll never forgive me-" he said, I felt more of his tears on my dress.

"Ahren, I don't think she'll ever heal properly if she isn't settled with all her children. She wants to see you." I said. "I promise."

I took his hand in mine and walked down to the hospital wing, it had been so long since I'd seen her in her own room.

We approached the doors, walking in slowly. I could tell Ahren was terrified; terrified that his own mother would resent him.

She turned her head as the door opened, her once bright red hair turning gray flipping to her shoulder as she did so. A smile so large grew on her lips that I thought she would hurt her cheeks. "Ahren." she said as excitedly as she could, but her voice was weak like the rest of her.

Happy tears flooded from her brilliant blue eyes. "Mom!" his hand broke away from mine as he ran to her bed, stopping before hugging her tightly. My dad smiled weakly and stood up, walking towards me.

"How are you doing, darling?" he asked, his own voice sounding weak.

"I'm better. I know it's hard to believe after what happened this morning...but I forgive him. I really do." I said as calmly and put together as I could. "I think you should too."

He smiled sadly, looking back at Ahren and mom. "I do." he said, putting an arm around my shoulders. "I do."

"So mom's heart attack is a hereditary thing too?" Ahren asked.

I nodded, "Her dad died when she was in the selection from a heart attack. It's a familial thing apparently. The doctor said that almost anything stressful can trigger it. Even if you didn't leave she could have had one."

"And she's had two?" he asked.

I nodded again, not knowing what to say.

"I promise I won't leave again." he said, holding his head in his hands.

"Where's Camille?" I asked. "I haven't seen her yet."

He swallowed a large lump in his throat, his eyes watering. Oh no. "She decided that in the end, I wasn't what she wanted."

"But, you got married? You eloped!" I exclaimed.

He shook his head. "No. We planned on it. But she left me the night before we were supposed to..." he said softly. "I didn't come home because...because I was embarrassed. And heart broken. I didn't think I could come home and see you fall in love or face the family I left after I was wrong about her. I thought she was the one."

"I'm so sorry, Ahren." I rubbed his back.

"It's okay. I think I just need to lie down for a bit. Take my mind off it and sleep." I felt a little sting of pain, usually whenever we were upset, we were inseparable. We always used each other to help heal. I shook it off, knowing that it had been quite a long time since we did that.

"Okay. I love you." I hugged him, holding him tightly. "I'm so glad you're back."

He softly kissed my forehead and stood up, walking towards his bed. I stood up and left, walking to the women's room to continue planning the wedding. Part of me felt guilty for leaving him, even though he asked me to.

My feet clicked slowly on the marble, the pep in my step not there. I passed the hospital wing and decided to take a detour to see mom.

"Hey sweetheart," she said, her voice a little more chipper than it usually was.

"Hey mom." I said, sitting on the edge of her be next to her.

"What's up darling?" she asked happily. Something in her voice and her appearance seemed better, more relaxed. Like somehow having the whole family back and under one roof relieved a stress greater than we ever knew.

Tears started welling up in my eyes. I was so happy that everyone was together again, and my mom looked better than she should for having two heart attacks in the span of a few months. "Oh, Eadlyn what's wrong?" she asked.

I laid down next to her, wrapping my thin arm around her stomach and tucking my face in her side. I felt her fingers brush through my hair, something she did that never failed to soothe me. "Nothing's wrong. That's just it. It's just been so stressful having everyone and everything be wrong. It feels like everything's how it's supposed to be." I sniffled, smelling my mom's calming vanilla perfume. She's been wearing it everyday since she entered the selection, I bet she naturally smelled like it now.

"Oh, honey," she laughed lightly, "You're right. Everything is just right, now."

"I can't stay long, I have to continue preparations for the wedding. There's still so much to do." I sighed, not wanting to leave my mom.

"Why don't you bring the preparations here, I'd like to help if you want me to." she asked.

"You would?" I sat up quickly, jostling her a little and mouthing sorry.

"Of course. I always wanted to help my daughter plan her wedding, baby showers, all of it." she smiled, brushing my hair back off my face. "As you know, your daddy's mom passed away before we could do any of it. I loved doing it with grandma but she really didn't know what to do."

"Thanks mom!" I jumped, giving her a hug. I didn't want to do this by myself, and I knew Kile wasn't much one for picking flowers.

I kissed her cheek, listening to her laugh as I bolted down the hall towards the women's room to tell my wedding planner to move camp.

"Eadlyn!" I slid on the tile a bit as I tried to stop.

"Kile!" I smiled.

"You shouldn't be running yet, your head is still healing."

"It's fine, I promise, look I can't talk right now, mom's doing sooo much better and we're going to go plan the wedding together-"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." he said, his face didn't look as happy as it usually did, a sort of distant stare rested on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You've been so busy planning the wedding, I hardly get to see you."

"Well, Kile, it's in two months there's so much to do-"

"Can't we push the date back?" he asked, raising his hands up a little.

"What? No- Kile we've been through this, the public, they need a reason to like me, soon... I don't know how much longer dad can last ruling by himself. He wants to take care of mom now...I need the people to be on my side as soon as possible so there's more time before I'm announced Queen. We can't push it back-"

"Yes, we can!" He said, obviously more angry about all of this than I expected.

"You don't understand. The people are going to love you no matter what, Kile. They've hated me my whole life. They wished Ahren was born first and so do I!" I said angrily. "Now if you'll excuse me I have our wedding to plan."

"Eadlyn, you're not listening to me-" he said, "I want to spend time with you, you angry at me for wanting to be with you-"

"Then come help me and mom plan the wedding, don't you want to be a part of it all? Don't you want a say?" I asked, exasperated. I didn't know what he wanted from me. He wanted to be with me, but didn't want to help me with what was supposed to be the best day of our lives.

"I don't care about a wedding, I care about you!" He yelled. I took a step back, realizing how loud we were being.

"If you cared about me at all, you wouldn't care about what we're doing. As long as we're together it shouldn't matter." I said coldly, walking to the women's room alone.

Ahhh thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I should be updating soon. Leave a review if you want to give any helpful critiques or just let me know if you like the story :) thanks again!