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And because I love you all for reviewing... Here's the sequel to 'Tears Don't Fall'. I apologize if I take longer to write this, I am plagued with Writer's Block often. Bella awakens from a long sleep, but finds that she does not remember Edward. Will Edward take this chance and leave Bella so to never hurt her again? Or will he spend her last waking moments with her? DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.

Ah... This idea hit me like a brick wall. I'm doing this for all the people who want me to continue 'Tears Don't Fall'; but also for myself. I want to know how this will carry on.

2. Chapter 2

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The one named Edward did not return. For days, I lay in that horrid, lumpy hospital bed, counting the hours until I died, wondering what it was that Charlie said I didn’t remember. Was it Edward that I had forgotten? I searched every memory, from the earliest to the most recent, searching for answers. I found this extremely difficult, and as a result of this, I shed many tears.

To pass the long, lonely hours between Charlie’s visits, I slept a lot, clinging on to the slight hope that rest might heal my heart condition. But this illness that I carried was irrecoverable; not like a flu, where you catch it and then recover just a week afterward. When I slept, I dreamt.

Often, my dreams consisted of three things. A gorgeous green meadow, a sparkly creature, and the lovely sunlight coming to a dark, abrupt end. I found myself frustrated over the fact that the dream ended when the sparkly creature attempted to show its true self to me. I never got to the end of the dream.

As the end of my life approached, something miraculous (I’m not sure why I classify it as that.) occurred. Edward reappeared in my life. His gold eyes were even lighter than before, and he seemed utterly determined to remind me of my past.

“Do you remember now?” Edward said, pulling a blue long sleeved dress that was to be worn off the shoulders out of his bag. Then he draped the dress across my lap and pulled out a dangerous-looking stiletto heel. My fingers moved over the silk chiffon, and I searched my memory, searching for the right one.

I was dismayed that I remembered nothing. Edward sighed, but showed a look on his face that told me he was not going to give up so easily. No more did he pull things from his bag; things he claimed were from our past. He touched his abnormally cool lips to the base of my throat.

“Do you remember now?” By now, I was getting bored of this question. I gave him the same answer. Of course I did not remember. I believed I did not remember because our past had never existed. I pushed him aside and told him that.

“We never happened.” I said, gesturing to the gap between him and me. Edward’s eyes grew glassy, and for a moment I believed he was going to cry.

“Maybe it is best that the opportunity to start over has been presented.” Edward said, his words startling me for some strange reason. “Maybe it is God’s way of telling me that I’ve hurt you enough.”

I stared at him.

“Bella,” Edward pronounced my name carefully, his cool fingertips brushing against my cheek, causing some sort of an electric shock under my skin where he touched me. “I will always love you. I have always loved you.” His words continued to distress me.

“You don’t even know me. How can you love me?” I asked.

“I know you, Bella. It is you who does not know me.” Edward answered swiftly. “And I will do whatever it takes for you to remember me.” He looked utterly serious, his topaz eyes burning into mine with the intensity of a thousand candles. Then I realized, deep, deep inside that I really did want to remember Edward. And then I realized why.

I was in love with him.

Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.