My readers are amazing! I woke up with twenty amazing reviews and alerts this morning. Therefore I am fulfilling your wishing and creating the sequel. In this story not only are you introduced with new twists but you also meet some new characters. Now, I'm warning you the first chapter is sad but this had to be done for a good reason. Enjoy guys. And once again thank you so much.

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Your Fantasy, My Reality

APOV

"Amy," my mother called softly. "Amy, please baby. You have to get out of bed eventually." She began to shake me gently but I showed no sign of movement. I was never leaving this bed. If I couldn't die then I at least would never join the living again. It had been three months two days and four hours since I found out.

Flashback

"Mom," I called. She had just called me to come home and now she was no where in sight. She sounded so frantic and panicd on the phone that I had ran here from Megen's. Her and I were just discussing wedding plans.

Zac was set to come home in two weeks! He seemed to like Iraq, accept for being away from me. He called it an "adventure" while I called it a horror. He sounded so different on the phone anymore. He sounded so distant and proud. It was like he became a completely different person. Though I still loved him with all of my heart.

"Mom," I called louder this time. It was then that I found her waiting in our living room. Her eyes were blood shot and swollen. She looked as if she had been crying for hours. "Mom, what is it? What's wrong," I asked.

It was then that I got the feeling. The same feeling that I had when I knew something was wrong with Zac. I hadn't felt it since his accident almost a year ago. "No," I pleaded. "No, God please. Mom please tell me no." But I was right, something was very wrong with Zac.

"Zac was a wonderful man," the preacher began. "He loved his friends, his family, but most of all he loved his fiancée Amy. She was his everything and more." Even though I knew everyone was starring at me apathetically I couldn't look up for fear of seeing their expressions. Megen squeezed my hand in reassurance while I continued to look down.

This past week had been my own personal version of hell. Once I realized that Zac was gone and that he was never coming back, I shut down. There was no point in living or caring anymore. The only reason I stayed alive was for Zac. He made me promise if anything ever happened to him, that I would keep living.

The funeral dragged on forever. I couldn't stop crying. It got even worse towards the end when they covered his coffin with the flag and proceeded to lower him in the ground. It was as if this would be the last time I would ever be able to be near him. When he died a piece of me died with him.

After the funeral my friends came up to me to comfort me. A snooty girl from high school who barely knew Zac or me came up to give me her fake sincerities. She was Nick's new girlfriend and a total bimbo.

When she got up to me she pulled me into a loose hug, and said, "I know exactly how you feel." It was then that I finally snapped. "How the hell do you honestly think you know how I feel? You have no idea what it's like to love someone so much that when they die a part of you dies too. So don' t you dare tell me you know how I feel. You have no idea. No idea!"

With that I ran home. I slipped off my black pumps and crawled into my bed. Weeks went by and I still wouldn't get out of bed. I wouldn't eat I wouldn't sleep I wouldn't talk. I refused to live. Megen came over everyday trying to get me out of bed again, but I wouldn't budge.

She had started her second semester at California State alone. I didn't go back to school. I couldn't bare to be around the living when I yearned for the dead.

End of Flashback

My mother had finally left after trying once again to get me out of bed. I felt so empty. Like a hallow shell. My heart was still beating but my body was dead.

I guess I had drifted off into unconsciousness because I was woken by something cold touching me. It felt like ice rubbing my back soothingly. I must have been dreaming, but none the less I started crying again.

It reminded me of Edward's touch. I remember him comforting me just like this when I told him the entire story about Zac. I yearned for that time once again. Although Zac and I weren't together he was still alive and safe, and I was living a dream. Literally.

"Amy," someone breathed. It couldn't be. It just couldn't. There was no way possible that he could be here. "Amy," he sang louder. "I'm here. I know you know it's me. Just please wake up and look at me."

I turned over in total disbelief. There he was. There sitting on the corner of my bed was none other than Edward Cullen. He grabbed me and pulled me into a tight comforting embrace. I began to cry loudly into his ice-cold chest.

He just sat there holding me whispering encouraging phrases into my ear. It felt so good to have my friend here with me. He was the one who brought me back from the dead last time. Only this time I had a feeling I wouldn't come back. If he wasn't coming back than neither was I.

"Amazing," he breathed. "I guess you were more like Bella than we both thought." "What do you mean," I inquired with a shaky voice. "I can't hear your thoughts either Ames."

That only made me cry harder. I didn't want to have to tell him everything. I just wanted him to read my mind and see everything that I saw. I wanted him to see the proposal, the wedding dress, the ring, and then everything that happened after that. I wanted him to see the funeral. I wanted him to see everything in my head like a sick movie.

"Amy," he whispered. "I'm taking you with me." "What," I questioned. "Ames, your not safe here. Something is going to happen that will put you in excessive danger. I have to hide you for at least a year."

"I can't Edward. I just can't," I stated. "Amy, I wish I didn't have to do this but you leave me no choice. I'm taking you with me without your consent. I got you into this mess I will do everything to get you out of it."

With that he threw me onto his back and began to run. It wasn't until we got to the airport that I knew exactly where we were going. We were going back. Back to Forks, Washington.

Wow did anyone else cry. I know I got teary eyes while writing this. Review, my wonderful readers. Ten reviews today and I will post an update.