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Dream's Shadow

This is my take on the over- and usually poorly- done plot. Edward leaves Bella again. She is changed and they meet again in the future. There will be a big twist! Requested by Iris. Banner by Iris!

Try it! I know stories like this usually stink, but I thought I'd give it a try. I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer owns all.

27. Chapter 27

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He looks away again, and I turn with his head. I can’t stand not seeing him. That is how madly I love him, especially now. I shall allow the joy to set in later, when I’m not so busy. It will overwhelm.

I need to have my wits with me now. This conversation will have to be very careful if I want to prove his love without hurting him.

“I love you. You have to know that. I always did, and I always will. You are the most important thing in my world and always were. But… that night, in the tent…”

“I knew that was a bad idea,” I grumble, and Edward laughs.

“Jacob asked me for a year, to see if he could fix you without me there. He also said he wanted only one thing from me in return for healing you. And I decided he was right. I was going to have to take your soul, very soon, and the idea terrified me. It was a decision partially out of fear. I was paralyzed to damn you. And he asked. I thought only I would be hurt. A negligible price. I was almost glad to pay it.”

“You left because Jake told you to?” That seems ridiculous.

“You could put it that way… but why aren’t you with him?”

“He imprinted. You weren’t gone a month before he reappeared toting this gorgeous stranger.” The memory twists my face in agony, before I remember I would not be here without first being left by Jake.

“Oh, Bella… love, I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? I’m happy for him. Now he has something, something better… something like you and me.” I blush-smile again, worried I am going to scare him somehow, and glad I am past embarrassing human responses.

“Indeed.” Edward traces my face with a single finger, and though there is not so dramatic a physical response, my heart is far from unaffected. He smiles. I see there is still guilt there, but he will never let me see it again. Instead, it is his mask, a perfect one crafted of stone and love.

He bends that face to me, catches my lips with his. Our mouths press together. Unlike our last reunion, he is even gentler than he was with my fragile human self. He seems almost anxious.

I have no such qualms. If he wants me, really wants me, I see no reason not to give myself to him.

His arms lock around my waist as I press my body into his.

I feel his lips smile around mine. He pulls his head back a fraction and whispers, “I wish I could have said good-bye like this.”

“Never say good-bye again,” I reply, suddenly terrified.

He kisses me again.

My hands work their way into his hair without my conscious command. It is very soft beneath my fingers, like strands of silk. Again, he smiles.

This is where I belong, and if I don’t trust him completely yet… that doesn’t really matter.