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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.

43. Chapter 43

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His smile is blindingly wide as he swings the door open, his arms surrounding me immediately. I drown in the comfort of his touch. It is like being submerged in a rock.

“Oh, Edward! I missed you.”

“And I you.” I think we both know we’re not talking about the shopping trip.

His hands move in a blur over my skin, and traces down the sleeve of my shirt. As it reaches my finger, he pauses.

I feel a slight tug. Before I can register what has happened, he is kneeling before me, the ring I’d restored to my finger in his hand, glittering like his skin in the fire of sunlight.

I feel the empty useless heart in my chest flap around, sploshing a bit in the blood that is not my own.

“Bella. Isabella Marie Swan, my love, my angel, the only brightness in my dark existence. I do not deserve this forgiveness. I do not deserve you. Yet, I promise I will spend the remainder of our shared eternity attempting to regain your trust. Bella, my sweet Bella, my only one, I ask now for what I too recently and yet an agonizing length ago so callously discarded. I wanted only the best for you, and yet I promise that this time it will be different. I will never leave again. I will be yours forever… Please, Bella… I promise to love you forever. Will you be mine?”

This time, I cannot resist the urge to be ridiculously mushy. “I already am. Yes, Edward, I will marry you.”

His mouth widens in something akin to agony and his hands hit the ground. It is a paroxysm of grief that lies beyond my understanding. The emotion is incomprehensible. Does he not want to marry me? Could the concept be so miserable? Why then would he ask?

I grip my stomach, desperately attempting to stifle the pain in order to maintain my (at this point extremely necessary) cognitive function. It feels like my innards are falling out.

There is a moment’s pain. It feels like an eternity. Finally, Edward raises his head from the ground, his arms still prostrated in a wide bow, embracing the earth. The grief is not gone from his eyes.

“Bella, my love, I’m so sorry…”

The words trail off, and the meaning hits my soul, deep, striking me like a physical blow. The pain is far greater than anything a true wound could cause. My heart is so much more vulnerable.

The pain as it shatters yet again is so much worse.

I do not know what to say or do or where to go or how on earth I’ll survive it again or why he keeps doing this. Why does he keep leaving me again and again, coming back and then realizing I’m repulsive and unworthy and then returning, promising he loves me, and leaving again…

Does he know what the cost in my hurt is?

“No…” I whisper, and finally I see a spark in his eyes light.