Summary: Bella and Edward. Edward and Bella. Being together is as natural as breathing for them. They're absolutely perfect for each other. Until something so drastic happens between them, it may just scar them for life.

Chapters (9): Love at first sight//Akwardness//Finally together//Bliss with a kiss//Problems//I'm so sorry//Life//Reunited//Epilogue

A Special Kind of Fire

Love at First Sight; Bella POV-

The eyes. Those eyes. I've seen them before, but where? The amazing bronze eyes just kept staring, and the unexplainable longing didn't fade. It wasn't an antagonizing stare, just staring. There was a feeling of some kind behind them, but I could never figure out what. I tried to follow them, so I started walking. Then jogging, then flat out sprinting. But no matter how fast I ran to find the face behind those incredible eyes, they always stayed just out of my reach. It felt as if my lungs would soon crumple with the effort of feeding oxygen to my brain. Just a little farther. I told myself, even though I knew I didn't believe it. It seemed as if I would have to run forever just to get to those eyes...

I woke up, gasping, once again. A sheen of sweat covered my face. I often woke up like this these days; this strange dream had reappeared many times in my sleep. I checked the clock- 6:12.

Sighing, I got up and started preparing myself for the day. There was no use trying to sleep anyways. Golden sunlight was already pouring through my curtains. After pulling a brush through my wavy brown hair, I pulled it up in a wooden clip and headed for the shower, towel in hand.

When the water temperature was to my liking, I slipped out of my fluffy robe and into the warm waterfall, letting the heat seep into my skin. It seemed to warm me to the bone, spreading throughout my whole body. Sighing reluctantly, I twisted the knob slowly until the last of the drops faded away and I was left with the warmth that made my skin tingle.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it tightly around me and quickly padded into my bedroom. I rubbed vigorously at my arms and legs until I was satisfied. Pulling on shorts and a T-shirt, (I didn't pay attention to which) I walked as quietly down my stairs and into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. Settling for cold cereal I concentrated on chewing each piece slowly and carefully, trying to keep my mind off of the puzzling dream.

Who did those wondrous eyes belong to anyway? Why was it that I could never reach them? And how could I dream them so perfectly, so clearly without ever seeing such eyes? The questions bounced around my head, while I slipped my tennis shoes on, pulled on a sweatshirt, an walked out the front door.

I kept my eyes on my feet as I walked to wherever, the dream still fresh in my mind. Pretty soon, I found myself at the small park down the street. It was one of those places where you would imagine seeing an old couple sitting on the wooden bench feeding the birds, or a younger couple walking hand in hand down the grassy hills. I headed down one of the many hills to my favorite place is the whole park: a small gazebo overgrown with ivy and surrounded in lavender, freesia, and plenty of other flowers. It was one of my favorite places to think, and sometimes even when all was well, my feet instinctively carried me over to my own little gazebo, tucked in among the trees. It almost felt as if it was mine alone, because no one else ever came down here. It was always open for me to sit and think privately.

And that is exactly why I had to stifle a gasp, and was astonished to see another person sitting pleasantly on the faded white bench, eyelids closed as if he were asleep, and hands folded. Though to call him a person, would almost be an insult. Inside of my little gazebo, was a greek god, his skin as pale as the moon. He was beautiful. He could have been a sculpture made by Michael DeAngelo, or a painting of an angel by Leonardo Divinci.

As if he had heard me coming, though I had been as quiet as a mouse, his head snapped up to turn towards me with a questioning expression. And this time, I couldn't possibly hold back my gasp of surprise, as I met with his striking, bronze, eyes.

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