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Forgotten Memory

After Bella's transformation something goes wrong. The Cullens - especially Edward - must deal with this new problem before Bella does something horrible. Please remember to review as it helps a lot!

Well, this is my first "official" fanfiction for Twilight, so all comments are welcome to help make it better! ^.^

3. Lost Wedding

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I sat on the couch for what seemed like hours. As I sat there I tried to find out where I knew all of these people from. They seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite figure out why.

I could hear a faint murmur from downstairs. They were talking about me in low voices. I blocked this out and went to the closet. Inside, there were hangers upon hangers of clothing that I didn't remember. Shoving it all to one side I let out a gasp. There, hanging on the back wall as if it were ready to be slipped on was a beautiful white wedding gown. My hand reached out ever so slightly and felt its way across the smooth fabric. The top started simply. it would hang off of one's shoulders but still be rather close fitting and had full sleeves with a small loop at the end to place around the middle finger on each arm. The fabric would wrap itself around the person to the hips and then would begin to flare out. at the bottom there was a silk design of flowers; subtle with a single stripe of blue lace. In the back there was no zipper. Instead there were 20 small buttons each delicately clasped together. I loved this dress. Without thinking I pulled it out of the closet and twirled around the room with it. It followed my movements perfectly.

For the first time today I really smiled. I was content with this dress in my hands, in this room I had no memory of. Regrettably though, I put the dress away, not wanting to damage it. As I closed the door to the closet I heard the bedroom door open. My angel must have returned. I turned around to greet him.

"Are you ready to hunt?" he asked, staying by the door.

"No, not yet. I was wondering about something..." I realized I was still standing next to the closet, so I moved to sit on the couch. He followed me.

"What is it?"

"The dress... In the closet. Where is the owner?" I fiddled with the hem of my shirt as I spoke, afraid to own up to my snooping.

"She.... died." He seemed to want to say something different. I could hear the pain enter his voice again and instinctively looked up. "We were married. She and I... and then, she died."

I looked at his hands for a moment and saw the golden band for the first time. I couldn't cry, but I knew a silent tear would have fallen down my cheek if I could. I looked back to his face, but he was not looking at mine. He was looking at my hands instead. This puzzled me.

"I am sorry for your loss."

He shook his head, "I am not. She is still here with me, in a way..."

I nodded, "I guess you are right."

He didn't reply. I didn't ask him to. It was his choice to speak, not mine. I let my mind wander again, thinking of how beautiful his wife must have been. Was she human? Or was she a vampire like him?

"What're you thinking about?"

I looked up. He was looking at me from beneath his eye lashes. I gasped as I was hit with something unexpected.