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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Jacob stops Bella from cliff diving. Alice never sees it, Rosalie doesn't call Edward. Edward decides to come back anyway, to check on Bella. What will he hear when he listens in on her sleep-talk? Will he reveal himself to Bella?

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4. Chapter 3: BPOV: Edward Reveals Himself

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I curled up on my bed after yet another nightmare. Pain rippled through my chest, threatening to pull me apart. Charlie had just gone back to his room, leaving me alone with my wounds. I just wish… I don’t know how to complete that statement. I wish for a lot of things. Doesn’t mean they’ll come true.


There was no way I had just heard that. I was sure it was all in my head. There was no way that I heard his voice…It was so beautiful.

I suddenly felt a slight pressure on the end of my bed and looked up to see my favorite hallucination sitting there. This was a great dream! I didn’t remember falling back asleep, though… This was a better hallucination than normal. He looked so… real. He also looked slightly concerned.

“Bella? Say something!” His voice was beautiful. I almost broke down again hearing it. I was much too shocked to say anything that made sense, but my angel demanded it so I would say something.

“Edward.” The pain ripped through my torso, and I curled back up on my bed.

“What’s wrong? Bella? Are you OK?” The concern in his voice just ripped me up even more.

“No, I’m n-not OK. L-like you c-care.” I sobbed. “I’m definitely crazy. I’m answering a question asked by my hallucinations. Great.” The fact that I might be crazy just made me cry harder. I felt his cold stone arms wrap around me.

“Bella, I’m so sorry. I lo-“

“No! Don’t lie to me, Edward. I can’t take it anymore. You don’t have to pretend for me. I know you would rather be out enjoying your distractions, and I can’t take any more of your games. Please. Save it.” He pulled back and looked at me, shocked.

“You think I don’t love you?” He sounded… hurt. No. He wasn’t hurt. He couldn’t be hurt.

“I don’t think you don’t love me. I know you don’t love me. You told me so yourself.” I was breaking up inside. I wouldn’t be able to hold it together much longer. If he was going to leave, he needed to just leave. I could deal with the pain later.

“Bella. Look at me.” I had ducked my head, refusing to look. What I saw would only hurt me later. I shook my head stubbornly. His ice cold hands lifted my face up to his.

“Bella, I am coming back to Forks. I am not strong enough to survive without you. I only left for your own good. Your safety. Your happiness. Nothing else matters to me. But I can’t do it anymore. I don’t care if you have moved on, as long as I am not too far away from you anymore. I just want you to tell me if you could ever forgive me for what I have done.” He looked so tortured. I stared at him, losing myself in his gorgeous topaz eyes. I just wanted to leap into his arms, but I don’t know if I can trust him. I settle for answering his question and waiting for his response.

“Edward, there is nothing to forgive.” I decide to keep it simple. No use boring him with lengthy explanations, he probably doesn’t care anyway.

“What do you mean? Does that mean you are over me? Is Jake your boyfriend now?” How does he know about Jake? My friend who just won’t take no for an answer. He’ll find himself a good girl to imprint on.

“There is nothing to forgive. Jake is a friend who won’t take no for an answer. I am not dating, nor do I have any immediate plans to change that status.” I watched his face carefully as I spoke. He looked hopeful until I got to the last part, and then his face fell. No immediate plans… True enough. Unless you ask me, Edward.

“Well, I guess I should leave then.” He sounded so sad. But I didn’t want him to leave! I wanted him here, with me.

“No! Don’t leave!” I probably sounded a little too desperate. But I felt desperate. What is that saying? Desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ve been alone and broken for too long.

He looked up hopefully.

“You want me to stay?”

“I would like you to stay. Please.” I hoped he would agree to my plea. However, hoping was dangerous. I waited to see what he would say.

“I will stay then.” He walked over to the rocking chair, and for the first time in a long time, I sank into a dreamless sleep.