Full Circle

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is an amazing writer… so that can't possibly be me. :)

Rating: T

Summary: Forget your past and move toward the future… literally. Bella has no recollection of her love, and Edward has no recollection of his. Just a dream… just some thoughts. But then, perhaps by fate, they met again. True love conquers everything… but can it conquer memory?


Chapter 1: Vividly, a Remembrance

Okay, I know I'm doing about two other stories at this point, but this one just came to me and for some reason I felt that I really needed to write it down. I'm not one hundred percent sure if I should continue at this point, so getting some opinions (like… reviews) on this would greatly be appreciated.


I am your thought but the water is amnesia
my name is on the tip of your tongue
My image is slipping
but your memory is gripping it
this is my breath in your lungs

- Echo, The Hush Sound


"Edward!" a piercing voice screamed through the utter darkness. Broken, sobs escaped her throat. Unconceivable, uncontrollable, unforgivable.

"Bella!"

"Edward…" She thrust forward, trying to escape from the arms of her captors, only to be brought back with stony arms, into arms which she didn't want to fall. All she could see was the widening chasm, separating her from him. Fruitlessly, she saw him struggle, his bronze hair swung furiously as he struggled. "Bella!" he screamed feverishly, still struggling, forever struggling. His topaz eyes connected with hers for one last time, and she felt a spasm of anguish pass through her.

"Edward!" she cried once again, the salty tears from her cheeks slowly sliding to the ground with a plop.

"Edward!" Easily, she was lifted off of her feet, her legs tangling wildly with whatever it could connect to. "Let me go!" she yelled, pushing harder, ever harder, for escape; for him.

"Edward…" she sobbed once again, convulsions racking through her body. "Edward! You can't take me away from Edward…" A faint moan escaped her lips as a needle was plunged into her shaky arm, "Edward…" and for a moment, her eyes were wide with madness. Then she slumped forward, falling askew as her head tottered from side to side.

Cool, pale fingers caught her head, looking at her closing eyes, tangling with her hair. "Don't worry," a silky voice murmured softly into her ear, "you won't really remember any of this. Not even Edward. Consider that a good thing… you won't even miss him."


Her eyes fluttered open as the rising sun streamed light through the slits of her curtains, warming her pale skin. She yawned widely, running her fingers through the tangles of her brown hair as she recalled the strange dream she had the prior night. "Edward…" she found herself muttering, full of wonder. "Who's Edward?"

She remembered it faintly, the dream, but it seemed so vividly detailed. The wild look on his face, distortedly handsome. More handsome then she could ever remember seeing a human be. The warm coloring of his eyes: topaz. Her fruitless struggles against her captors cold, strong grip. The way the boy had called her name in such a hauntingly beautiful voice. And then, her screams… she had screamed so passionately, with such conviction, but she had no idea why.

She knew no Edward, let alone anyone so attractively beautiful.

She shivered, sending electrifying chills to her spine. It was all so dramatic, so deep… so unrealistic.

No one had ever called her name that tenderly, with such utter despair and passion. And Bella had never called so passionately for anybody before… never felt so passionate for anyone before. But it was all a dream, just a dream.

She was only Bella Swan. A high school senior living in Jacksonville, Florida.


His slim fingers glided over the glowing ivory keys, brightened by the morning twilight. It was this song he kept playing over and over again, obsessively throughout the night. It came to him easily, as if he had played this before... as if his fingers knew where to move. But that was impossible, this song... this lullaby had never been created before he had sat down the last night.

Ardently, his eyes closed as he slipped into reverie. This song he kept playing, it was so eerily familiar, so intimately exquisite. Each note seemed to flood his mind with imagery, all but intoxicating his thoughts of just this one girl… a pretty girl, but only just a girl. Her soft brown hair and her brown eyes set against her wide, heart-shaped face. She was slim but not athletic. Yet in his most vivid thoughts of her, she was always fighting against something, struggling against someone's arms, calling his name. Faintly, he could hear her anguished call of "Edward," in his mind. And then, he could always imagine himself calling hers; "Bella…" he whispered softly, echoing that name.

But these were just thoughts. He had always felt complete without a girl, and this one, he wasn't even sure existed. All just thoughts. He finished the song, his hands falling delicately on the keys as he struck his last notes.

"Edward… get ready for school!" Another voice called him, interrupting him just as he collected himself. "Alright," he said faintly, knowing he would still be heard. He, himself had barely noticed the sun starting to peek through, illuminating the room. When nights were always spent sleepless, the days and nights always seemed to blend together.

So… what do you think? Good… I should continue, or bad… I should have never even written this? (Well, maybe don't use those exact words…) Review please!