The meadow was lush, green and stunning. The sunlight pours through the trees. The ground is spongy under my feet after the recent rain. Water droplets still hang on the trees. The gray clouds have parted. Now a clear brilliant blue, the sky puts a smile on my face.
I look at the silhouette standing across the clearing. He walks toward me with a strong gate. I cross the distance between us with a definite purpose. With only a couple inches between us I reach out my hand.
My fingertips graze a piece of glass. I press my whole hand to the glass. I begin pounding on the barrier. I must get to him. I must. I kick and punch against the glass but it doesn't budge. I scream and groan, pushing all my weight against the glass. I smack my head, as one last final attempt.
My eyes open. I'm in my room, alone. My sheets are tangled across the bed. My forehead is damp with sweat.
Why does it feel like I've lost my lifeline? Why can't I just move on? Jacob makes me happy. Can't I just forget Edward? He doesn't love me anymore.