Chapter 1
The writer
I was waiting in her house, I waited for the right moment, when the house was completely alone so that way I would have a pretty good discussion about it, I've been really curious, but my family make me a some point wait but even if it wasn't for them I would have waited for anyway, the memories have been really painful and read the history of our short love and what would have been if I would have arrived earlier that day, make me really sick, maybe I was just trying to forget even if that was something impossible for my species, but I managed, and now here I am waiting in a dark room lurking for what I know there are not answers, for a writer or should I call her a prophet? Well she is not, after all a prophet would have seen the future and She wrote the past and what would have been our future, whose I can tell is no aware of what she dreamed and what she did to me but what gave me more curiosity was Alice's vision, she saw a Bella alive! And more mature, or what Isabella would have looks like at her early-middle 20s I guess; but even that I know it's no real I kept looking for a way to bringer back and there is not that much magic as to bring someone from the dead, a car is coming, if I had a heart it would have been beating so fast for the adrenaline. –"Where are my keys" I heard her said, she is walking awkwardly, she is a little more clumsy that what I thought, it's still fascinating the way she thinks, it reminds me a child so innocent and creative with thousands of questions every day, She opened the door and is slowly walking through her Livingroom, I am getting impatient, but I don't want to scare her, but what I really want to know is what she knows.
Today has been a really long day, my husband and kids went to their grandparents and that kind of give a relief, I just want to go directly to bed, and the here he was just as I dreamed him, his chalky pale skin, his big golden eyes, the purplish bruise-like shadows under them and his reddish brown hair I felt as if I was kind of rewriting the book in my head, his hair and eyes are pretty hard to describe with word even if it's the same as I dreamed him, he is completely different his magnificence of angel is something hard to describe. – "I must be…." – "It's not a dream. The boy answer even before I finish talking, his voice was calm with some kind of disgust o maybe curiosity; I rubbish my eyes trying to focus my eyes, but he was still there. "Why". – He said angrily. "Why do you have to dream it, why did you make me feel all this again has you any idea how painful this it's been to me, to my family, they still follow me anywhere just in case I do something stupid", I didn't know what to think, I was facing what for so long was just a dream a beautiful enigmatic dream, and then I didn't even know how to take it, and he was completely angry and he was speaking so fast that I barely understood what he was saying "I supposed am really tired" I said it most to trying to make some sense to my brain. He kept watching me with disdain and still as a statue.
There were so many questions and no words to stimulate them but now I was right in the eye of my fears, not even my hundreds of years prepared me for this moment, none of my deepest nightmares left this emptiness but. – "I see you really did saw me" I said it more as of confirmation to myself that to the thousand or hers, and the she was as exactly how I remembered her, my Bella my beautiful Bella in her mind, and the memories into the woods our confession moment something I thought belonged jus to us and now millions of people known about it.
How was I supposed to take it after all this was again my new beginning or break point
