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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.

5. Chapter 5

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I am on my way. I wonder if Edward’s plane ride was anything like this, back when he thought I was dead and knew he would die soon. Perhaps… it is the same, the excruciating pain, the prayer for relief from the same people.

But that is a dangerous train of thought. I spend a moment deliberating, then decide to risk the pain. I am only hours away from its end. I allow myself the most forbidden thing- sweet thoughts of him.

I think his name, then speak it, quietly so as to not annoy the lady beside me. “Edward…” I feel the pain lance through me like an actual wound. It is worth it, though, for the sweet memory of what it once was… mine.

I can see his face so perfectly. In fact, I can even look at the picture. I pick it out of my pocket and gaze at him. He is so perfect. His skin, pale as the border around the paper, doesn’t shine, but I can imagine it is. All his features are perfect, especially his eyes, which glow. Even through the paper, they warm my empty soul.


The woman smiles at me. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“He was my fiancée.”

“What happened?” Her tone is concerned.

“I’m not sure. But it’s over.”

She sees the look in my face and sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

Maybe it’s natural human curiosity, but I couldn’t help hating this woman slightly. It was my pain, not hers. She had no right…

“I know I’m probably hurting you bringing this up. And I’m a total stranger. But… I’m on my way to my daughter’s house, for her funeral. She’s about your age, just moved out for college… honey, your life is just starting. Love is beautiful, but it isn’t everything.”

“This was.”


I will never see this woman again in my life, and she didn’t change anything, but it is good to know, in a sick sadistic way, that I’m not the only one ever to be hurt like this. My pain is the greatest, but I will not be the first or last with an empty heart, or left with no heart at all. Because I gave it to him, and he took it and ran.

I grab my iPod, hit the play key, and listen to the agonizing music. It starts slow and soft and grows so sweet I can hardly bear to hear it. I can almost imagine his voice humming over the notes, his soft supple fingers stroking the keys. “This… this is your lullaby. I wrote it for you, Bella. Sleep, my love…”

Love. What a beautiful, destructive word. It has destroyed me. But while it was mine, it was the most beautiful thing in the world. No, it was the world, the whole world, and I would set the world aflame to have it back, to have him back.

I would kill. I will die. I only pray that some doppelganger of his perfection shall be mine to love hereafter.