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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.

7. Chapter 7

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I was in the meadow again. The beautiful shimmering creature was there, and this time I knew it was Edward.

But then, the marvelous creature showed me its face. It was a vampire, but this was not Edward. It was the face of someone unfamiliar. The vampire had perfect features, as a vampire should have, but these were not Edward’s features. I stared in horror at the creature’s crimson irises.

“Whoa…” I said, snapping back to reality. My chest throbbed a little. The faint beeping of the heart-rate machine next to me reminded me of where I was. Then the calmness began to settle in. I had just had a heart transplant - one that saved my life. I thought for a moment, wondering what they did with my old heart - a disturbing thought. Then I remembered Edward and my eyes frantically searched the room before I found my angel.

He was sitting, or rather draped across my hospital bed. This was a different room; the ICU, I was sure. Edward seemed absorbed in his faux nap and my eyes wandered to the sterile purple smock that he wore over his clothes. My sudden movement ‘woke’ him.

“Bella…” Edward breathed. My new heart beat rapidly. “You’re awake.”

“Yup.” I managed to say. To my dismay, Edward had been required to wear latex gloves around me; making me feel like there was something between us, which there was. But it relieved me that I could still feel the comforting coolness of his hand. “How long have I been out?” I asked, wondering for myself.

“Just a couple of days.” Edward’s voice seemed detached. At that moment, the door opened and Carlisle walked in with a nurse following him.

“Good, you’re awake.” Carlisle said with a calm, warm smile. He reached to the front of my bed and fished out a clipboard from a pouch where it hung. “Well, your condition seems stable. But we’re not out of the danger zone just yet.” He seemed to be speaking to Edward and me.

“How long before I can take her home, Carlisle?” Edward asked, his hand wrapped securely over my hand.

“If she continues to recover like this, I’d say in about a week or two. But that means she’s going to be confined to her bed.” Carlisle answered. “And after that, you’re going to have to take it easy.” Carlisle emphasized the word.

“No problem.” I said, wondering why in the world Edward would arrange vigorous activities.

“Take care, Bella.” Carlisle said before walking out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I hadn’t noticed how dark the room was until the amount of light the door let in came to an abrupt stop. Edward’s pale skin seemed like it was glowing.

“You smelled different for a long time after the surgery, Bella.” Edward said. I could tell that this fact annoyed him to no end. “But I’m glad. I’m glad you’re alive.”

“I’m glad too.” I mustered up all the sweetness and happiness I could find, but that’s hard seeing as I had tubes up my nose and needles pricking every inch of my body.

Edward stared at my face, trying to decipher the expression that I took on. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Bella.” He said.

“Still getting the incorrect frequencies, I see.” I muttered, using the brief seconds I had to edit out all the things that were on my mind that would cause Edward unhappiness. Edward stared at me, waiting for an answer. “I was just thinking…” I was a terrible liar. So I gave up on that. “When you were about to change me…” I began. Edward’s angel face fell when he realized the topic our conversation was taking on. “Why did you stop?”

“Well - Carlisle’s thought suddenly filled into my mind. He was telling me that they had a heart donor for you and to bring you to the hospital ASAP.” Edward answered. I was glad and then sad for a moment.

“Why didn’t he just call?” So you could’ve changed me first… I didn’t bother adding on that part to my question.

Edward looked at me with disbelieving eyes; as if I didn’t already know the answer to this question. “What do you think is better - a phone that I probably won’t answer until it’s too late - or just sending your thoughts directly into my mind without my choice?” I bit my lip, feeling stupid for not tacking on the second part to my question.

“I wish you just changed me…” I said, staring off into a different direction, breaking his stare.

“I wished I didn’t have to change you - and my wish came true.” Edward seemed almost cocky about this fact. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. My new heart gave the same response to his kiss as my old one had. I was sure Edward heard this, because the first thing he did when he pulled away was make my favourite sound in the whole world. His laugh.

And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
-Romeo - Romeo and Juliet