Complete Story Summary: Bella dreams of becoming a Prima Ballerina. She moves to New York with her boyfriend, Edward Cullen, trying to pursue their dreams. Soon they will find out that some dreams must just remain at that, and that real happiness is made in reality.

Ok people, here it is. Just let me ramble a little bit. First of all let me tell you that tomorrow is my birthday, so this is like my present to myself . I'm really happy to finally be able to publish this little thing, that I've had revolving around my head the last 3 or 4 months, so I just hope you enjoy it.

Thank you very much to my betas, Live720 and Tiffanyanne3. You were great, guys.

So without further ado I give you my Bellarina.

Edited. January 2011 (Thank you, Mel)

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Careful
Don't Touch
Only her surface is gentle
Get too close
And she'll devour you.

Grey clouds of smoke
and fog
embrace her
shielding her pretty face
from the cold
and the darkness
of the wintry night.

She dances
on broken feet
'The dance of misery'
while humming sweet lullabies
and bitter melodies
creating a tune
so fixed
so crazy
it's almost familiar

She twirls
On red colored pointe shoes
leaves cracking beneath her feet
Creating sounds
so sharp
and reminiscent
of broken glass

"Dead girls aren't welcome here" by Kelsie Rhodes

Prologue.

I never thought I would live to see this. To see her broken… to see her die.

As the broken glass cut her skin, it cut my heart also. Her sobbing screams filled my ears, and the pain only grew. She was dying because of me, I had let all of this happen. If I had only stepped in on time…

How had this come to be? When did her dream become a nightmare?

And because she was my dream, when she died, I died too.

Bellarina – Chapter 1

Edward:

Today was the day. Bella would be here any minute now. The anticipation was killing me. Bella was coming to New York, finally moving in with me as soon as she got her acceptance letter from The New York Arts and Drama Academy. We have been planning this… dreaming about it.

She moved to Forks when I was a junior in high school, and she was just starting as a freshman. From the moment I saw her for the first time, waiting tables at the diner, trying to precariously balance glasses on her tray, she looked so innocent and shy, yet she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I was instantly mesmerized with the way she walked-so gracefully, speaking with such kindness and patience to her customers. I knew she was it for me. She was the only girl that made me want to know all of her fears, her dreams, her hopes. The only girl who ever made my heart change its rhythmic pace inside of my chest. Because of that, I was determined to make her mine. We started dating on Christmas Eve of that year, and we've been together ever since.

We had planned to come together to New York since my senior year began. I would be pre-med major and then hopefully go on to medical school at Columbia University, while she would go to the Dance Academy that would eventually lead her to being prima ballerina at the National Ballet Company. That was her dream. And mine was just being next to her for every step of hers.

It's been a rough couple of years with me here in New York and Bella back in Washington. We flew back and forth every couple of weeks religiously to see each other. She flew to New York on the first weekend of every month, and I flew to Forks on the third weekend. We both took part-time jobs to pay for all the plane tickets, although sometimes my parents would pay for them. Still, it was hard as hell only being able to see her four days a month.

Now she was coming to stay.

My phone chirped, alerting me of a text message. Bella was arriving soon.

Babe, we're 4 blocks away. Wait 4 us downstairs.

-B

Chief Swan was coming to drop Bella off and bring in the last of her things. Most of it was delivered last week by the moving company, but he just couldn't miss a chance to remind me what would happen to me if I messed up with his little girl.

I'm not entirely in his good graces either, ever since he caught us going at it on his couch last year. Fortunately for me, she was over eighteen, or I'm almost positive he would have had me arrested on the spot, to say the least. That day, the cruiser had broken down somewhere, forcing him to walk home. We were used to being on alert for the sound of his car, and since he didn't have it that day... busted.

He was a little reluctant to have Bella living with me because of that, but it was pointless to argue. He knew we were having sex, so what's the worst that could happen if she moved in? Plus, what's there to argue? I'm a decent guy, I'm pre-med, I've been her steady boyfriend for almost four years. Besides, my parents got me this great apartment in a nice living area near campus, which just happened to be also very close to her academy too.

I was pacing impatiently on the curb outside our building when I saw a cab approach. The second it stopped, the door opened and Bella jumped out of it and into my arms, almost knocking me down.

She hugged me tightly, and I did too. Then she started peppering me with kisses.

"I missed"—kiss— "you" —kiss— "so much." Kiss "I love" —kiss— "you." Kiss.

"I missed you too," I whispered in her ear. "You're here."

"Yes." She gazed at me with that look that was just for me—that one where she told me with her eyes I love you.

"Hi, baby girl."

"Hey."

Chief Swan cleared his throat quite conspicuously.

"Hello, sir, welcome to New York. Let me just tell you how grateful I am that you allowed Bella to come stay with me." I extended my hand, and he shook it forcefully.

"It's not as if I allow Bella anything, so don't mention it."

"Da-aad!" Bella whined, blushing that perfect pink shade I loved.

"Okay, let's go upstairs," I told them.

I grabbed Bella's suitcases while she carried a light carry-on. Her dad got a couple of boxes.

The ride in the elevator was awkwardly silent. Chief Swan kept fidgeting, while Bella and I stole glances at each other, trying to keep our faces straight.

I lost the battle when, behind her dad's back, Bella mouthed to me, "I'm horny." I immediately started having a coughing fit.

"Easy, son, easy!" the Chief said, patting my back.

"Are you all right, Edward?" Bella asked in a saccharine-sweet voice, looking extremely innocent… cheater.

"Sorry, sorry, nothing's wrong, something just went down the wrong pipe," I said, still gasping for air and inconspicuously glaring at Bella. She simply smirked mischievously.

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped into the hallway that led to our apartment. We walked the few steps toward, I fetched the keys from my pocket and opened the door, stepping aside for Bella and the chief to walk inside.

"Just leave the stuff over here, we'll find them a place later," I said, gesturing for the living room area. "Bella, you can take the master bedroom. Chief, take the guest bedroom, and I'll get the couch."

"Thanks, boy," said the Chief, with a very deep expression on his face. I knew that what he really meant was, Thanks for not flaunting in my face that you're screwing my daughter six ways to Sunday.

I just nodded in acknowledgment.

"I thought you guys must be tired, so I got takeout from this really great Italian place around the corner."

"Sounds good to me. Mind if I take a nap before dinner? I'm wiped," the Chief answered, and then yawned quite loudly.

"Not at all, sir."

"Okay, then I'll just go take a shower," Bella said, giving me a sweet peck on the lips.

I went to my study, which was actually just an empty room in which I only had my piano, a couple of bookcases and a desk with my laptop on it. It looked empty, but not for long. I had special plans for this room.

I stood in front of the window looking out into nothing, allowing the fact that the someday we'd been planning for the last four years, had finally arrived to sink in. That day was the day that started the rest of our lives."

December 23rd. Junior Year of High School.

Today was our first date. There wasn't a lot that we could do since it was freezing cold outside. But still, I managed. I took Bella to Seattle to watch the Washington Ballet Company perform "The Nutcracker," and then we went to dinner.

We were having a really nice time. She was so easy to hang out with, to talk with, to joke with… and to love. Much too soon, dinner was over, and I hadn't told her yet. I was so nervous to tell her, afraid she might reject me, but I still had to do it.

We were just crossing Forks' boundaries, but I couldn't drop her off yet, not until she knew, so I did the first thing that came to my mind.

"You know, it's still early, and this day has been so great that I don't want it to end yet. Do you want to hang out at my house for a while? I promise you'll be at home by ten."

My family had gone to Port Angeles on a last minute Christmas shopping spree, and they were probably going to spend the night there, so I knew we would have privacy.

"Umm… sure. But no funny business, mister!"

"Scout's honor," I said, putting two fingers up.

"Okay… HEY! You're not a scout!"

"I guess you'll just have to trust me then." Not that I would ever dream of disrespecting her or hurting her in any way.

A couple of minutes later, we arrived at my house.

"You could drive at a more decent speed, you know? Especially when I'm riding with you. It would just be freaking priceless to get pulled over by my dad," she rambled as we got out of the car.

"Oh, shut up, Bellarina, just get your ass on the couch, and I'll be right back."

I opened the door for her, and she stepped into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. I grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and then headed to the kitchen.

I took a tray and placed chips, some dip, jelly beans, M&M's, a couple of Snicker bars from my sister Rosalie's secret stash, and two cans of Dr. Pepper on it. With the blanket tucked under my arm and the tray secure in both of my hands, I returned to the living room, where Bella was sitting awkwardly on the couch.

I set the tray down on one of the side tables, and I moved the coffee table to the side, making room for us to sit on the floor. I spread the blanket there and threw some cushions on it. I sat down in the middle of the blanket, Indian style, patting the place next to me, motioning for Bella to sit.

"What are we doing?" she asked, laughing.

"We're having a picnic… in my living room… with junk food."

"A lot of junk food, if I may say so."

"You may. I just love sweet things," I said softly, tucking a strand of her silky hair behind her ear.

She blushed, looking down, but she had the most adorable smile on her lips.

"Bella, I need to tell you something. And maybe it'll be too much for you, but I have to say it." I ducked my head, trying to hide my embarrassment and possibly avoid the rejection in her eyes if she didn't want me.

"I want you to know that you are the most beautiful, amazing girl I've ever met, and I want to make you happy. I know we're way too young, I mean, I'm just seventeen and you're freaking fifteen! But… I just know it. I feel it in my heart. I can even see it in my head… someday… we will go together to New York, you'll be prima ballerina at the National Ballet Company like you've told me so many times, and I'll go to med school at NYU or Columbia. We'll have this cozy apartment where we'll—"

My voice cut off in embarrassment after that last part, as I realized I had gotten caught up in my fantasy. I didn't want to scare her with the intensity of my feelings, but the truth was that I knew she would be the woman I would marry, the mother of my children, the person with whom I'd share my life.

I looked up to see her reaction. Her face was red and swollen, and her eyes were full of tears, but the smile on her lips was still there, so I continued.

"Someday we will go after our dreams and make them come true. And I want to be with you for every step of it. Would you allow me to do so? Will you please be my girlfriend?"

She jumped into my arms hugging me tightly.

"Of course I will," she answered.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear.

"I love you, too," she whispered back

I pulled back to look into her beautiful eyes.

"Someday, baby girl."

"Someday," she replied.

Then I kissed her for the first time, trying to tell her with the sweetest of the kisses, that she was my life now.

"What are you thinking about?" Bella said in my ear as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.

"It starts today."

"What does, babe?" she asked.

"Someday… it's today."

"I know," she answered softly.

I turned around to kiss her sweetly, just like the first time, with all the love I had in me. When we pulled back, I just stared at her eyes like I'd always loved to.

"You know, my dad is sleeping like the dead, and I really meant what I told you in the elevator," she said, trying to be nonchalant.

"Ah!" I gasped mockingly, feigning indignation. "You are a mean, mean Bellarina!"

"It's not as if this were the first time you screwed me with my dad two doors away… besides, you love me," she said confidently, knowing she had me with that one.

I held her tightly in my arms and whispered in her ear.

"Truly, I do."

AN. So what did you think? Did this catch your attention? I hope you enjoyed it.

I'm not sure about what the update schedule will be, but I'll try to post as soon as possible.

Caro~