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.
3. Chapter 3
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I awoke, and Edward was lying next to me. I wanted to speak to him. I wanted to tell him that I was in love with him. But today, I could not muster up the strength to speak; the pain in my chest was too intense.
Last night, I had a dream. In the dream, much like my others took place in that same, shimmering meadow. The shimmering creature was about to reveal itself to me, and then disappeared. I was still sitting in the meadow. Then, a russet brown wolf appeared next to me, its lips curled over its fangs.
I woke up, sweat on my face, chest screaming with pain. The pain finally subsided, leaving me mute. Edward’s calm face soothed me. I stared at him with frustration, wondering if he knew something that I didn’t. But I couldn’t ask. His face, though touched with surreal calmness, was somehow angry. His eyes were closed, and his breathing unnaturally even.
How I wished I could touch that marble skin, to feel its smooth texture. My body was paralyzed, and I found myself no better than a vegetable. I knew my days were numbered; it wouldn’t be long until I was no more than a corpse in a box.
When his lavender lids flipped open over his topaz eyes, I stopped breathing. The intensity of his golden stare stopped my train of thought. I had the feeling that Edward had that kind of effect not just on me. My lips parted, and I inhaled the sweet scent that came off his pale skin.
“Good morning, Bella.” He said, his cool hand reaching to pat down my unruly brown hair.
Good morning, Edward. I hoped the expression in my eyes were enough to pass for a smile.
Edward stared at me curiously, his eyes touched with pain. It hurt me to see him so agonized. My heart reached out for him, but my body bore no response. Edward’s cool touch was sending electric currents throughout my body. Every moment that passed only intensified my love for him.
At this point, I started to believe Charlie’s words.
Maybe Edward was the angel whose face I had forgotten.
Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
-Juliet - Romeo and Juliet