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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.

46. Chapter 46

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Charlie, I begin. No, that isn’t right. I cross it out, angrily.

Sounds so casual, and this is probably the last time I will ever interact with my father.

Dear Charlie, I write, and then remember I wasn’t supposed to call him that… at least not to his face. It was one of the few memories that had faded. I was certain more would happen after time. The details of my insignificant human life were already decreasing in strength and fervor.


Again, the pen makes its thick dark stroke. Too abrupt.

Dear Dad,

That’s it. I grab the second piece of stationary, in the (probably far too optimistic) hope that I won’t have to cross anything else out.

I write it again.

Dear Dad,

I’m sorry.

It’s what I want to say, more than anything. Charlie doesn’t deserve this, not being left by first my mother and then me. He shouldn’t be all alone in that little town, trying to figure out what he’s living for.

I shouldn’t have left like that, but I had too. I need him more than anything else. I don’t expect you to understand or support my decision, but I can’t live without him.

I’m sorry.

Painful. Even writing the words hurt. Yet it would be worse to spend the rest of my life- existence- pretending I’d never harmed my father, that I’d left my human life with all the pieces tied up neatly. It just wasn’t true.

I know you think he’ll only hurt me again, and it won’t be anything like a relief to hear this. I found Edward.

He would probably tear the letter into pieces when he found that name.

I know you hate him. You have a good reason. If I could explain why he keeps leaving, you wouldn’t. It isn’t his fault. I promise you that. There’s something about the Cullens I can never tell you. It isn’t that I don’t trust you, but it isn’t safe.

Not for either of us. If you knew, you’d be in danger. So I won’t tell you. Believe me when I say, he loves me. And I love him.

It’s probably not what you want to hear.

But it’s the truth.

Daddy, I love him, and I always will. If he leaves again, he leaves again. I can’t keep him here, but it’s silly to try living without him. There isn’t any point… I can’t try any harder than I did, and I still failed.

But I love you too. I miss you.

No, I’m not coming home. You can write me back, though you will never see me again. I’ll always be thinking of you, dad. I love you.

I’m so sorry.



I am exceptionally proud as I seal up the envelope, blocking the dark lines of ink from my view forever.

I wrote it without even starting to cry… not that I have tears anymore. I have gotten better at suppressing emotion, I suppose.

I slip it into the mailbox and look away.

Good-bye, Charlie.