What Dreams May Come

Bella loved Edward. That was all she knew. It was all she needed to know. She loved Edward and Edward loved her. The problem was, everything seemed like a dream to her now. Her life moved so quickly now that even entire days seemed nothing but mere passing moments between when she awoke and when she could see Edward. He was her whole life, all she ever needed, the breath in her lungs and the ground beneath her feet. Bella knew she loved him, but when she thought of those words, she never seemed to be able to conjure a memory of herself saying them. No, when those words came to mind, the voice he mind tied to them...was Edward's. The thoughts always seemed so alien, so distant. One word, especially, seemed tied to these long-distant thoughts and memories: love. That word, in Bella's mind, always seemed to call forth echoes of some horrid memory, and with them a pain that seemed ancient, dull, yet interminable. Had Edward done something to her? Had he hurt her somehow? That wasn't possible. It couldn't be. Edward said he loved her, and he said she loved him too. And so she did. She loved him. Bella loved Edward. That was all she knew. That was all she needed to know. Forever.