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.
9. Chapter 9
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I found a strange, undefined wave of déjà vu wash over me. Then I blinked once, then twice. I turned to see Edward, who was staring off into a different direction and did not notice the midnight black figure flash by.
“It’s December…” Edward whispered. I nodded. The weather was strangely perfectly unsuited for Forks’ winter months.
“Tell me…” I began. Edward turned to look at me with those molten gold eyes.
“Anything.” His lips curled into that perfect, crooked smile. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe he had been the reason that I had heart problems.
“Why do you think that you love me so much?” It never made sense for him to love me, and I knew that. I hoped that maybe Edward had an explanation.
Edward’s eyes shifted and he continued to stare off into the distance; his eyes were searching… searching for something he was unable to find. “All that we’ve been through… all the obstacles… have only deepened our bond.” I nodded knowingly. “I love you because…”
“I’m your brand of heroin?”
Edward chuckled, nodding. His tousled curls bobbed along with the movement of his head. “You’re my brand of heroin. And without you, I would die. You shot across my sky - and then there was brilliancy. You are my light, my day. My life.” Edward stared at me when he said this, golden eyes burning into mine.
I opened my mouth to speak, but then his topaz eyes turned black. His muscles stiffened. He curled me into his chest, not a word escaping his glass lips. “Danger.” Edward whispered in my ear. I could tell he was hearing things that I could not; and that scared me to no end.
Emerging from the shadows was the black figure, its movement distinctly feline. A second wave of déjà vu washed over me.
ell, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
Tybalt - Romeo and Juliet