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Alone Again

"It was only a matter of time--and not much of it--before i showed up at your window and begged you to take me back. I'd be happy to beg now, if you'd like."--New Moon, chp. 23 Alternate approach to New moon--What if Alice didn't see Bella jump?

Ok, just FYI, this is in Bella's point of view the night after she jumps. Alice didn't see Bella jump, so she doesn't come.... I am curious to see the kind of responses i will get from this...

6. Chapter 6

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(Bellas POV)

I was having a fantastic dream. In it, Mike had asked me to the dance and I had said yes. After going with him to the dance and dancing for a bit, Edward had showed up and asked me to dance. And my sub-conscience had really done well in capturing him—his eyes were depthless, his lips full, his sharp white teeth glittering.


“Bella? Are you okay?” A low, frantic voice whispered in my ear. I basked in the sound of the voice—loving the velvety quality and the peace it brought on. I couldn’t find my mouth, so I didn’t answer.

I wrenched my eyes open—and then quickly shut them again. Edward was no more then two inches away from my face, and I was positive that I was dreaming still. As soon as my eyes opened, the worried look on his face vanished and was replaced by one of curiosity.

“We need to get you away from this place—everyone’s staring.” He said. I glanced around to find that we were still in the gym—surrounded by ogling people. Even the chaperones were to busy marveling at Edward’s appearance—he had been gone for almost four months now.

“I must be dreaming…” I said, and he frowned, scooping me up in his arms.

“Let’s get you home.” He said.

“I’ll take her!” Mike piped in from behind me, but Edward shook his head.

“No thanks, I’ve got her.” And he swept me out of the building before Mike could protest.

This was definitely the best dream I had had yet.


(Edward’s POV)

Once I got Bella out of that blasted gym, I took her to her house, scaling the window and landing in her room.

I laid her down on the quilt and kneeled next to her—making sure that she was far enough away from me to not be chilled by my below-average body temperature. She immediately sat up again, slapping my hand away when I tried to push her back down.

“I’m fine.” She said, shaking her head. “So tell me, what brings you to forks?”

I was appalled—what did she think brought me here?

I cleared my throat, preparing for my confession. How the past few months had been pure torture to me. How I still loved her, and that she was the most beautiful thing in my world. How I was terribly sorry for making the worst decision of my entire life, and how if she didn’t love me anymore it was okay. How when I told her I didn’t love her anymore, it was the blackest sort of blasphemy.

But when I looked into her chocolate brown eyes, all of my reasons vanished, and I blurted out the only coherent thing I could manage.

“Bella—I love you.”

(Bella’s POV)

I froze. Had Edward just said that he loved me? Not even my dream Edwards said that. I didn’t want my dream Edwards to say that—it would teach me to hope.

I needed to wake up before this got out of hand. My sub-conscience had never been this off-base before.

“I must be dreaming still…” I said, staring into Edward’s topaz eyes.

Edward scowled, and then grabbed my hand. “Bella—your not dreaming. You are wide-awake—and I am real. I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you. When I said goodbye to you in the forest—that was probably the worst day of my life. These last few months have been torture for me—an endless void of misery. I finally couldn’t take it anymore.” He said, and I looked down our entwined hands. This did feel unnaturally real…

NO! I couldn’t hope—it would kill me when I woke up. I am dreaming. I am dreaming. I am dreaming…

“Don’t say that.” I said, staring out the window.

Edward gave a sigh, and removed his hands from mine. I snapped my head back to his face, which was twisted into a mask of anguish. “I thought you might say something like that…I understand.” He said, springing up from the bed and walking slowly towards the window. I frowned, where was he going?

Oh. He thought I didn’t love him anymore.

“I never said that.” I said plainly, and Edward turned back to me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. I continued, “When I wake up, it won’t be true. And then it will be even worse…” I said, touching the place where the hole in my chest threatened to rip itself open again.

Edward frowned again. “Bella, you are awake. How can I prove that to you?” He asked, and he furrowed his brow a moment before his eyes lit up. He climbed back on to the bed next to me and grabbed my hands, his eyes flickering wickedly.

“Isabella—after all I have put you through, and all that I am, is it possible, can you or can you not still love me?”

I frowned. “That’s a stupid question—of course I love you.” I said. Edward gave a dazzling smile, his eyes still flickering, and took my face in his hands.

“I’ll prove to you that you’re awake.” And he pressed his lips to mine.

(Edward’s POV)

Bella still loved me.

Those words cured me of my endless misery—saved me from the grip of despair. They made me whole again, spreading throughout me entire body and healing me.

Bella responded immediately—gripping my hair in her fingers and kissing me back. I pressed flush up against her, flattening my body up against hers. I could smell the intoxicating scent emanating from her lips—but I ignored the excess venom in my mouth and savored the moment. Her heart beat a few inches from my chest, and her warm lips pressed against mine, and I was content.

After an immeasurable moment, I pulled away, remembering that Bella needed to breath.

I smiled. “See? Not dreaming.”

She smiled back, a dazzling smile that took my breath away. “You really are back…” She mused.

“For good.” I said, and with it came a strong feeling of a promise. “I love you.” I said.

“I love you, too.”