Full Summary: What if Edward had been too late to save Bella at the ballet studio? What happens when Bella wakes up, a newborn? And, most importantly, why is she alone? Where is Edward? Where will she go now? To Denali or back to Forks? What has happened to her extended family? Why did they leave her?
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Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
-Robert Frost
~Preface~
Fire.
It seared through my veins, spreading throughout my body. I arched my back, screaming. Asking for anybody to end the agony that boiled my blood. I couldn't focuse on anything but the pain. The fire slowly spread up my limbs, and I screamed again. I gritted my teeth and my hands formed fists. Think about something else, I shouted in my mind. So, instead, I focused on the one thing that could distract me from anything.
Edward.
My angel. I had his face locked in my mind. I memorized every detail of him: the amber eyes, his bronze locks, those perfect lips. I replayed our time together over and over, from our first kiss to our last. I pictured his icy arms locked around me, cooling the fire. I imagined him whispering soothing words of comfort into my ears, gently brushing a piece of hair from my face and kissing my temple. Eventually, I began to calm my breathing and my chest seemed to rise and fall slower. I envisioned Edward in his glory, golden eyes focused on me as he extended a hand. I fantasized taking his hand and he swept my to his chest. We gently danced, my lullaby playing sweetly in the background. I laughed as he dipped me slightly and then pressed his cold lips gingerly to mine. He pulled me back up, grinning that crooked smile of his and twirled me around. He pulled me back into his chest, tucking my head under his chin. The image dissolved as I shrieked and twisted in pain. The fire was back and the cool retreat of Edward's arms had only been a dream. I cried out and my hands formed fists again. Questions flew back and forth in my head. What was happening to me? Why was it happening to me? Was I dying? But the most important one made me feel anguished.
Where was Edward?
What did you think? Should I continue? This idea has been nagging me to write it down for a while...
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