Have you ever tried to wake up from a bad dream and realised you couldn't? Did you realise that this was, in fact, happening, and not just a nightmare like your desperate mind wished it could be?

Oh, god, did she wish it was just a nightmare, that she'd wake up safe and warm under a quilt, on cotton sheets, with early morning sunlight weaving through her hair. She wished and prayed and screamed, but to no avail.

She wished desperately for this to be all a dream, but as we all know, wishing something away just doesn't work. Wishing doesn't make the blood vanish, or the final choking noise to come from his mouth go silent, and it certainly doesn't remove the spike sunk through his torso.

And it most definitely didn't stop the agonizing shriek from escaping her mouth, as she reached out in horror and desperation. He stared at her with golden irises that were quickly dulling, and fell to the ground with an anticlimactic thump.

His eyes went glassy and dark.

"EDWARD!"

Author's Note: Щ(・`ω'・Щ) (*evil chuckling*)