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A Bittersweet Love

Edward and Isabella's love for each other is stronger than ever. But what happens when it is threatened?

Based after Edward and Bella return from Italy. They had never gone to the Cullens' for a vote.

2. Yet Another Dream

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Liar. The thought crossed my mind for a split second, but I soon discarded it. It was myself that I distrusted, not Edward. Never Edward. I gazed into his butterscotch eyes, enjoying the sensation of becoming completely and utterly dazzled. He pulled me close in an easy, almost human gesture, holding me to his marble chest, wrapping me in that unbreakable hold. The bathroom was quiet, except for the sound of the air whistling past our lips as we breathed. A shiver danced across my skin as I realized that the steam from my shower was gone; Edward tensed, stepping away, letting his arms slid off my body. I watched him hopelessly, teeth chattering, as he disappeared into the hallway. Downstairs, most likely, to await my descent.

Why did I have to be so stupid, so idiotic? Edward would never leave a mere note and believe that it was a sufficient farewell. No, he is too perfect, too kind. A walk in the woods would be just so much better. Yes, I can see it now. “What is my surprise?” I would ask. That crooked smile I loved would curl his lips. “Just a hike through the trees, Bella, I thought you might like that….”Dressed in old jeans and a blue sweater, I slumped into my bed, barely noticing as my breath became forced and jagged. The hole in my chest fluttered at the edges, threatening to rip wide open. Under my sheets, crawled into a tight ball, tears streaked down my face as the scene where my life basically ended played out in my mind. Curse those memories, I spat mentally, before finally succumbing to the pain.

“Bella? Bella!” the velvety voice called, panicked. My mouth formed a loving grin before I could fully soak in the fact that a mouth-watering fragrance had filled the room. Yet another dream, I thought bitterly, This is going to hurt. “Oh, Bella…” Edward sighed, peeling the blankets back, and scooping me up in his arms. The sensation of his icy skin, and the sweet smell of his venom, was simply too good to have been conquered up from my imagination. He is really here, just like he said. With me. On habit, I snuggled closer to his chest, glad that he had woken me from my trip down ‘memory lane’. His grip on me tightened, but not so much to hurt me. I could hear him inhale my scent deeply as we walked down the stairs, and into the living room. Edward gently placed my body on the couch, and sat down next to me, before pulling me into his lap. I tilted my face up, tracing his perfect face with my fingertips, musing to myself that my heart was near to bursting.

My voice breathless, I whispered, “Edward….” Topaz eyes landed on my serene, slightly dazed face. His face twisted up in that irresistible impish smile, and he chuckled lightly, lowering his head to ever-so-lightly brush his smooth lips against mine. I sighed in bliss, and arched my back, unwilling to let his mouth escape. His muscles tensed; he pulled away quickly. Curse those rules of his! Oh, how I ached for something more than those chaste little kisses. But, until he finally succumbed to my wish for death, it was all I would get.

"Bella--" he began, probably to reassure me that he would never leave again. I pressed my finger to his lips, silencing his words. "It is myself I distrust," I explained calmly, "If I cannot trust you, you who has given me so much, who can I believe in?" Edward's perfect brow creased in confusion. I didn't think it was possible for him to look confused. "Bella, you are the most complex creature I have had the fortune to meet," he murmered, his voice sending pleasant shivers scampering down my spine. "What must I do to convince you that I will not, can not, leave you?"

I shook my head, not knowing how to answer his question. After I moment of silence, I responded with the best thing I could think of. "You already have convinced me," I said,
"But kiss me again?"