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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.

40. Chapter 40

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Fortunately, I don’t have to. Someone else takes the lead. In fact, there is only a second of quiet relief before I am enveloped in muscular arms. “You rock!” I laugh into his shoulder. “Thanks, Emmett.” My brother picks me up and swings me around. “Oh, I owe you an arm-wrestle,” I recall. Emmett spins to Edward, sticking his tongue out. “But I hate losing! Stupid newborns.” I cackle. “Didn’t you think I rocked like four seconds ago?” “People can change.” We all laugh, a tumultuous roar of gaiety and relief. We could have died. To people totally in love, death is unacceptable. It could hurt the one you love. That’s the way I see the world, anyway. I must never hurt Edward, and thus I must safeguard myself so long as he says he loves me. Even if it isn’t true. I can’t think that way, though. Not here and now, not with so much newly restored affection, not in this beautiful moment. Doubts have their all-consuming heart-rending place, but this is not it. This is a place to find shelter from the fear and pain, to pretend everything will ever be always okay again. Esme is the second person to rush to me with an embrace. Her skin no longer feels freezing. It is just the warmth of human contact I feel when I touch her, though neither of us are. “Bella, my dear daughter, I am so proud of you.” “Thank you, Esme.” I grin against her touch. Carlisle and Jasper aren’t quite so forthright with their affection. However, I can feel Jasper’s praise radiate through the room, his exceptional power expressing perfectly the emotion of the moment. Carlisle smiles widely. “Well, I think no one else had quite so stormy a welcome to our family as you, Bella. But you’re really one of us now. Welcome to the family.” I laugh. “Thank you.” Rosalie looks at me. It is unfamiliar to have her eyes truly meet mine, to see what she thinks. She doesn’t say it aloud, but I hear clearly, I’m sorry I’ve been so abhorrent, Bella. I still think you made the wrong decision, but it isn’t reversible. Friends? Sisters. She smiles widely at my response. It is one step further toward healing our often troubled relationship, and I don’t want to spend the rest of eternity in a house with someone who loathes me. The better Rosalie and I get along, the happier I’ll be. There is, to put it in theatrical terms, a beat. The silence lasts all of a second until it is broken by a light noise. Edward’s voice is music. Not just to my ears… it isn’t just perfect for me, it is truly the most ideal sound in the universe. “So, what now? How shall we fill up the rest of eternity?” We look around at each other, unsure. Finally, someone comes up with a suggestion. “I know where to start.” “How?” Alice giggles. “Bella, let’s get you out of drag.”