Written from Edward's point of view, we explore the depth of the rabbit hole. They are back in Forks, and a thought crosses Edward's mind. Can he really promise to never leave again? Will he make the right decision to condemn Bella to an eternity of night? Then tragedy strikes. Bella is gone. Edward begins the cross country trek that will bring his angel back to him... We leave off when Edward and Bella return from England... This installement IS over... Keep up for the next saga in this Bella and Edward lovefest... Named: Renaissance DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, content taken from the Twilight series belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my STILL untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.
I wrote a lot of this based on what I think Edward thinks like, so if the information is incorrect or I missed one major Edward detail, I apologize...
6. Chapter 6
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In my dream, the forest surrounding me was dark and sinister. I found myself wondering if I was going to die and feeling unremorseful about it, but then something I saw made me want to live. It was Bella. I ran after Bella, and caught up with her in a few paces. I could smell the same, sweet, mouthwatering scent that came off her skin. “Bella.” I whispered her name, and put my hand on her shoulder, to make her turn around so I could see her face. Dream or no dream, I wanted as much time as I could possibly get with Bella before I woke up.
But no matter how hard I tried, Bella would not turn around. If I ran in front of her to see her face, she would turn away. Then, all of a sudden, my hand slipped on her shoulder and I fell. Then Bella turned around to look at me. A scream escaped my lips.
Bella had no face.
My lids snapped open over my eyes, and I heard a yelping noise in the background. It took me a few moments before I realized that it was coming from my own mouth. I slapped my hand over my lips and tried to calm myself. For the first time in almost a hundred years, I had dreamt. Just as I thought, I dreamt of Bella. But it was not really Bella. Only her body. I shuddered, thinking back to that white board that resembled Bella’s head.
I called Carlisle from my cell phone. I caught him during one of his coffee breaks, and told him the story of my unexplainable dream. For a few minutes, I listened to his even breathing as I waited for his answer to my question.
“This surely is strange.” Carlisle said in his matter-of-fact tone.
“I think, maybe, the dream is a result of something unresolved.” Carlisle hesitated before adding, “With Bella.”
Even though he was right, I found myself questioning his logic. There were so many unresolved things with Bella. Which one did he mean? “What do I do, Carlisle?”
Carlisle thought for a moment. “I think it’s about time you paid a little visit to Bella.”
“Carlisle. You have a multiple degrees in psychology. Is that the best you can think of?” I answered sharply. “And besides, she said she never wanted to see me again.”
“Do you like unresolved issues?” Carlisle shot back.
“I guess not.” Then I hung up. In an hour’s time, I was on the first plane out of Washington.