Disclaimer: Do I really have to? (Looks at lawyer with puppy dog eyes; lawyer nods; I sigh sadly) I - I do not own the Twilight saga and its characters, unfortunately. It all belongs to the outstanding Stephenie Meyer.

Brought to Life By Love

Prologue

Bella's point of view

"Thank you," I told the cashier registrar as she handed me my change. I almost forgot about food supply at home. Well, if I was being honest to myself, it was because I seemed to forget everything whenever I was with Edward. With all the information I learned, I now knew that he was the one I was looking for. The man of my dreams really came.

I put my groceries inside my Ferrari and raced my way home in the dark streets, humming along the song on the radio. I was anxious to be with Edward again, even if he couldn't hear and feel me. Every time the sun set, my heart would cracked as I watched him resumed in his original form; a statue.

I was still surprised at how my life curved toward the world of the supernatural. If someone told me that a statue came to life, I would laugh and say it was only a dream. I would even paint something like a human, half alive and half frozen. All because it was supernatural and supernatural was supposed to be unreal.

But it wasn't.

Because that was my situation at this moment. My Edward lived a half-life. A human, alive, breathing and talking at day but a statue, lifeless, immobile and still at night. We would spend the day together, doing things couples do. And at night, I would look lovingly at his still form, sitting in front of the piano I also carved myself.

When I was nearing my home on the northern part of Forks, I saw smoke arising in its direction. I was curious. Why would there be smoke in there? The answer came to me as sirens from fire trucks entered through the car doors and through my sensitive ears.

Without minding about the speed limit, I hit the accelerator until it reached 80. My heart was pounding loudly; it almost drowned the music coming from the radio. I made the invisible turn and the white mansion wasn't hard to locate tonight because it was engulfed by flames.

I saw the fire trucks encircling the house and firemen trying to tame the raging flames to no avail. I didn't think about where I stopped my car. The sooner I came, the better.

I bounded out of the car and ran as fast as I could to the house. Of course, people saw me and they stopped me before I could enter.

"Stop, miss," they said, gripping my arms to restrain me while I thrashed desperately. "Is there someone left inside? Is this your house?" They will never understand if I tell them that my love, made of wood and everything, was trapped inside. I started to cry as I shook my head at the first question. "I own it. Let me go."

He was probably screaming for help in his mind, but nobody can hear him. I tried to run as they let me go, mumbling something I didn't even bother knowing.

"Miss, you cannot enter the building. It's too dangerous." They yanked my arms until I was a few feet away from the house. I stared at it with horror; in my mind I was screaming my love's name. The only one who will ever have my heart was burning into ashes…

I couldn't help it, I screamed in pain, emotional pain. And the firemen guarding me, so I would not escape again, gave me a confused look.

I couldn't see anything. I couldn't feel anything. Even as they finished extinguishing my house, all I could do was lie on the earthen floor.

There was no more reason for anything.

Oh, Edward. My love. My life.

Gone.

A/N: I know it's short but it was just the prologue. I know I have been working on A Cullen or A Swan? but my fingers are aching to type and post this one.

Tell me if you got interested in Artist Bella and Statue Edward… :)