The Characters belong to Stephanie Meyers I am just having fun with them.
PROLOGUE
Like the rest of you, I loved Twilight and was very happy with my forum friends, my books and movies. But one morning, I went to check the Twilight forums and MY TWILIGHT WORLD HAD DISAPPEARED! It was as if THEIR LOVE STORY HAD NOT BEEN WRITTEN: NO EDWARD and BELLA, no Twilight people. WHAT HAPPENED?
I had to find out where it all went. And how come I still knew about the Twilight Saga, but no one else did? Along the way I find the real Edward and Bella, and everything is a mess. To make a long story short: he never returned to Forks after he ran away from Bella in Mrs. Cope's office. The Cullens moved to Hawaii? I tried to set things right again, but my meddling had disastrous consequences for all our beloved characters, and I also learned a valuable lesson: be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.
Chapter 1
THE BEGINNING
I HAD TO find out what happened, so I started with the internet and found nothing. It was as though the Twilight world never existed. So then I went in search of Stephanie Meyer. Now that she was no longer famous, she was easy to find on Facebook, but I found no mention of the dream. No dream, no book. None of this made any sense, I remembered reading the books, but I didn't understand how I read them when they didn't seem to exist. I remembered going to the forums on the internet and talking with Twilight fans from all over the world about Edward, Bella and Jacob; and now I wondered was it possible that I'd had some crazy, vivid dream? I didn't want to forget the books, so I decided to start writing the series myself; I had read it so many times I practically knew it by heart. I was hoping that writing the Twilight Saga would help me understand how I knew the books in the first place. Besides, it seemed like a shame for the world not to have its epic love story the Twilight Saga.
That's when the dreams started. The very first night that I began writing Twilight, was also the first night I began dreaming about Forks. The dreams were always the same; they were very vivid, clear and beautiful. I also began dreaming about the Cullen house, but it was always empty of its inhabitants. There were packed cardboard boxes by the door and in the garage, and the furniture was covered with white dust sheets. It was a reoccurring dream and in most of the dreams I felt like I was floating or flying, it was a strange sensation.
One time however, there were people in the house, but no one seemed to notice me. I tried to talk to them and it was as though they couldn't hear or see me. I got a little freaked out so I gave up and just watched. They were picking up the boxes I had previously seen and labeling them with a Hawaiian address. I wanted to laugh; either that was a joke or my imagination had gone off the deep end. The last place the Cullens would want to be was sunny Hawaii.
I was still looking at the address and laughing, when I unexpectedly had a fast flying sensation and everything blurred around me. It felt as though the bottom of my stomach as well as the floor had dropped out beneath me. Once everything came back into focus, I was in another house, not quite as large as the previous one. This one was also bright and airy, with lots of windows and muted colors on the walls and floors, but the feel was different. Although it was a modern luxury villa, it lacked the character and homey vibe of the previous house.
I heard singing, or was it voices? It was hard to tell, so I followed the sound. It was beautiful, mesmerizing, and I came upon two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. They were talking so fast I could barely understand what they were saying, but it sounded lovely and melodic.
The first woman, a stunning shapely brunette was saying, "I've always liked it here, it's good to be back."
The second woman a smaller waif like raven haired beauty replied, "Yes, the shopping here has always been good, much better than Seattle."
Then a statuesque blonde flew into the room. She was even more beautiful than the other two women combined. "Maybe this is great for the two of you, but getting car-parts on this island is like pulling teeth. I don't appreciate having to move because Edward can't control himself." She stated bitterly.
I froze, or at least I thought I froze. I looked at the three women who didn't seem to notice me at all, and almost instantly realized I was looking at Esme, Alice and Rosalie. They were different and far more beautiful then I had ever imagined them to be. Truly their beauty was indescribable. This was the strangest dream ever!
Then the lovely girl, who I assumed to be Alice, due to her short spiky hair, spoke, "Only you could find something negative about Hawaii, Rosalie."
That sure sounded like an Alice thing to say. Again, I was struck by how beautiful Rosalie was, unbelievably beautiful! I suddenly felt really sorry for Bella; it would always be difficult knowing that Rosalie was meant for Edward. No matter who you were, you would be insecure standing next to Rosalie. Esme and Alice, who were also magnificently beautiful, still paled in comparison to Rosalie. That was saying a lot.
Rosalie sarcastically responded, "It's almost worth the move to see Mr. Perfect knocked off his high horse."
Now, the beauty who had to be Esme spoke, "Rosalie, you'll be happier when the renovations are complete and we move to the Hilo house."
Although she didn't say a word, Rosalie gave Esme a look that blatantly shouted "I don't think so."
Esme responded, "Your brother did the right thing. If we had of stayed in Forks, that girl and her family would have suffered for it. And Carlisle has always been partial to Chief Swan."
Alice chimed in, "I don't know. In my visions, the ones where he didn't kill her, they looked happy together. Almost like a couple."
Rosalie scoffed, "Alice, I don't usually question your visions, but Edward and that girl… honestly, she wasn't even pretty. Besides, Edward has never seemed interested in anyone."
Esme frowned when Rosalie made that comment, and Alice rolled her eyes and responded, "Never mind. The guys are almost here."
At that, all three women smiled. I smiled too. I couldn't wait to see what my new and improved imagination conjured up for the guys. My mind started racing with excitement; I was going to see Edward. I felt like I could barely contain myself, but surprisingly, my heart wasn't racing. I couldn't feel the blood pumping through my veins. As I was pondering this, I suddenly felt myself being pulled and I was swiftly flying again, and I woke up in bed, wide awake. NO! NO! NO! I was so angry I could have smashed something. Why did I always wake up before the best part? UGH!
If I had thought dreaming about the empty Cullen house had been vivid and weird, this dream was even more bizarre. All these dreams had several common denominators: no one seem to see me or acknowledge me, I could think clearly, I knew I was dreaming, and I could feel emotions, but I could never feel anything physically, like my heart racing or catching my breath. Oh well, a lot things weren't making sense these days. Like my whole Twilight experience, which had apparently all come from my subconscious. No, that wasn't true. Stephanie Meyer was a real person; my subconscious didn't make her up.
It was another typical day for me in suburbia. My husband was already off to work, I got my six-year-old daughter off to school, and then I went on to the office. I have wonderful daughter, a nice house, nice cars, and an exciting career. It all sounded great on my Facebook profile, but everything looks good on paper, doesn't it? I used to be so full of life, but lately, it felt like I was just going through the motions at work and particularly in my marriage. Except for my daughter everything seemed mundane. I found myself thinking, Is this it? Is this all there is for Jenny Latham?
I think that's why I enjoyed the Twilight Saga so much. It was a roller coaster ride of fabulous characters, fantasy, first love, romance, love triangles, danger and adventure. Work could not go by fast enough. I couldn't wait to get home, take care of my family and get them all settled for the night, so I could continue writing the Twilight Saga, before I forgot anything.
Again that night, I dreamt I was at the Hawaiian house, I was in the living room and Esme was talking to Carlisle. WOW! Carlisle definitely put Brad Pitt to shame. I couldn't even concentrate on what Esme was saying, because Carlisle was so distractingly handsome. This meant the boys were home; I was getting my wish...
"Edward! Edward!" my mind shouted. If he was here then I could finally see him, but where to look? I followed Esme's worried gaze straight to him. He was at the piano in the conservatory, but he wasn't playing, he was just sitting there looking magnificent. If I could have gasped, I would have gasped at his breathtaking beauty. So many times I had pictured him: angelic, pale, and beautiful. He was beyond my wildest expectations, with golden eyes and bronze hair. He was flawless, from head to toe. Wow! My imagination had conjured an Edward that was beyond words.
I have no idea how long I was there just gazing at him, drinking in the vision of him. He didn't move except for his breathing. You would have thought he was a statue, a statue that even Adonis would have been jealous of. I could have stayed that way forever just staring at the beautiful, angelic being sitting at the piano. Again, no one seemed aware of me at all. But all too soon, I felt that familiar flying sensation these dreams always had. It wasn't like other dreams where you slowly drift awake, like rising out of the water. This felt more like a being pulled out of the air and yanked back awake.
Another day passed, and although I was awake, I felt like I was in a daze. All day long visions of my version of Edward danced in my head, and I could barely focus on anything. That night again, I dreamed of Edward. This time he was lying down on a tan leather couch in the media room listening to music, switching up between Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole and Tony Bennett. I inwardly smiled at the thought, that Edward must be glad that Tony Bennett has made a successful comeback and is popular again. But as I watched the emotions play upon his incredible face, it looked more like he was trying to drown something out than really listening to music. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was going on.
Edward turned his head to the doorway expectantly, and then Esme came gracefully drifting by his door. She smiled in at him and he smiled back. Even I could see how weak Edward's smile was. Esme nodded, he nodded, and she was on her way. I forgot Edward had wordless conversations with his family. I could see the worry on Esme's face as she turned away, and the frown on Edward's as he saw it too. She was worried about him and she was right.
Abruptly, he stood and bounded out the window in a blur. I wanted desperately to follow him, but I didn't know how. Seemingly stuck there, I decided to go find Esme. She was with Carlisle in his office, discussing Edward. "He's withdrawn, he seems lost and I don't know how to help him," she said in a voice filled with concern.
Carlisle was seated at his desk and calmly replied, "Give him time, because we had to leave sooner than we'd planned, he feels as though he has let us all down, and let himself down as well."
Esme replied compassionately, "That's ridiculous. He could never let us down, and he did the right thing."
Carlisle instantly rose to comfort her, and it swiftly turned into something more. Even if Carlisle did look better than Brad Pitt, I didn't want to be a voyeur, so I left them to their moment and wandered downstairs. Everyone was in their rooms, having moments.
These were the strangest dreams, and I really did feel like an observer and not a participant in the dream. I thought of Edward and wondered where he took off to, and almost instantly, I felt the flying sensation. The next instant I was right beside him! He was sitting on the edge of a cliff, staring out into the night sky. There was a full moon shining its light upon the dark ocean, and upon Edward. It was a beautiful scene, but it paled in comparison to the beauty of Edward.
Except for his breathing, everything was still, too still. Where were all the creatures of the night: bugs, insects, owls? Aaah! They left when Edward arrived, some natural instinct telling them to stay away from him. I thought to myself that I could never be repelled by Edward. I was the exact opposite; I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I began laughing at my own perfect analogy, seeing how being attracted to Edward was as deadly as playing with fire.
But my laughter died in my throat as I heard the words he spoke into the night. "Isabella Swan, you are the bane of my existence!" He then picked up a rock as though to throw it, and instead, began pulverizing it in his hands.
I was taken aback. He thought Bella was the bane of his existence? Boy, did he have it wrong! She was his savior! I immediately wondered about Bella. Where was she? And what was Bella doing right now?
Almost immediately, I felt the flying sensation and instantly I was in a yellow kitchen where a young woman was cooking grilled cheese sandwiches. There was a man sitting at the table, or more like a too-tall, gangly teenager. He looked too big for the table, too big for the kitchen really. He was smiling at their conversation. I liked his smile. It was the kind of smile that lit up his whole face, even his eyes.
They were laughing about his voracious appetite, which was apparently a source of great amusement. She was wondering aloud how many grilled cheese sandwiches a person could eat before they exploded. As she turned toward him with the plate in hand, she tripped over her own foot. The sandwich and the plate went flying through the air as she went tumbling to the ground. The young man botched his attempt to catch her; instead landing on top of her, knocking her even harder to the floor.
"Jake!" she yelled, "Get off of me!"
Jake quickly explained, "I was trying to help."
She replied exasperated, "Well stop helping or I'll end up in the hospital again. You're clumsier than me."
Jake laughingly answered, "Not possible, Bells," as they tried to disentangle themselves.
"Seriously, Jake, you're growing so fast your balance is worse than mine."
This time he didn't respond, but blushed profusely as she dusted herself off. I looked at her brown eyes and thick brown hair. She wasn't plain; she was pretty; not super gorgeous, but definitely pretty.
So, this is Bella. This is the love of Edward's existence. Correction: the love of Edward and Jacob's existence.
Bella was one of those girls who, at first, you thought was plain but the more you were around; the prettier you noticed she actually was. My eyes traveled to the gangly teenager watching Bella with adoring eyes. Jacob. He looked like a man-child. Jacob was already six feet, tall, dark and handsome with a boyish face. You could see the man he was going to become, and he was going to be gorgeous. But it seemed as though Bella was blind to Jacob's allure. Although Jacob watched her every move, it was apparent that Bella saw Jacob as just a friend and nothing more. They were both obviously unaware of my presence; as usual, it was like I was a ghost in the room.
Bella went to the mirror. I followed her and watched her make faces at herself, before tentatively touching her cheek, "That's going to leave a mark. But at least I don't have to go to hospital. Charlie is not going to let us hangout if I keep ending up in the hospital!" She stated laughingly and turned back to Jacob.
As Bella moved away from the mirror, I realized that I should be able to see myself. I was right behind Bella, but there was nothing there. I looked behind me and saw the wall, I looked back to the mirror and saw only the wall. I started to feel sick, uneasy and scared. "I want to wake up now please," I silently pleaded, but I didn't.
A noise distracted me from my panic; it was Jacob. He was spreading books on the table and asking Bella questions regarding biology. As I watched Jacob, he looked up in my direction like he was looking right at me, as though he sensed me, but then he just shook his head.
Bella gave Jake a puzzled look and asked, "What? What is it?"
Jacob answered, "I have this bizarre feeling, like we're being watched, like we are not alone. Look, I have goose bumps. You don't feel it?"
Bella shook her head and replied, "Anything to get out of biology homework, huh?"
"No, seriously, you don't feel it?"
Bella looked exasperated, "No, I don't."
Jacob kept looking at where I was standing and I was rooted to the spot, afraid that if I moved, somehow he would see me, or that I might actually materialize in front of them. He finally shook his head again and put his nose in his biology book.
"Okay, that was weird," I thought to myself. Jacob was definitely looking in my direction, like he knew I was there. I stayed in my spot trying to think. Until now, I had not been noticed by anyone, not even Edward. So why Jacob? Since they were studying, Jacob still had to be attending school so that meant he hadn't shape shifted yet, so it wasn't like he had any supernatural abilities. And speaking of that, how come the entire Cullen family didn't seem to notice or sense me? They definitely had supernatural abilities.
"I'm making too much of all of this," I thought to myself. "I'm just writing these books, and my subconscious is working overtime." Still, it bothered me that Jacob and not Edward had noticed me. I'm team Edward all the way, so if this was just a dream why would my subconscious want Jacob to notice me. "Wait," I thought, "why wouldn't I want this Jacob to notice me?" I mean, Taylor Lautner is hot, but this Jacob, he was like the song said: "caramel complected, 5'5 with brown eyes, smile like the sunrise."
Actually, he was more like russet-colored, six feet, with a brilliantly warm smile. His smile really was like the sunrise. Now I was shaking my head, none of this made any sense. I was writing books I apparently never read, about characters that were supposed to fall in madly in love, and now I was dreaming about them. Except, in my dreams, it was backwards, our hero never came back for the girl.
While pondering all these thoughts, I had somehow moved or floated from where I was over to the window, and now Bella was hitting Jacob because he was staring in my direction again.
"Jake, if you're just gonna stare off out the window, maybe we should quit studying for today."
Jacob looked truly apologetic as he replied, "Sorry, Bells. I just can't shake this feeling. But now it's coming from over by the window and it's creeping me out."
I was stunned; this wasn't a fluke. Jacob could definitely sense me. Again, I wondered why Edward couldn't sense me. As I focused on Edward, I felt the flying sensation, and was instantly right back at the Cullen house in Hawaii. Edward was back in the conservatory at the piano again, just staring at the keys. He looked worse than before. Not worse looking mind you, Edward was still simply magnificent, perfection incarnate. He just looked more troubled.
I don't know how long I watched Edward before I decided to try to approach him. I slowly walked over towards him, but Edward didn't move. I continued until I was right beside him, still nothing no reaction from him at all.
Jacob could sense me from across the room and Edward couldn't, even though I was right next to him. Now that I was so close to him, I just drank in his beauty. He was dazzling, brilliant like a thousand suns. But I could also see the weariness in his eyes, the sadness, and the suffering. He looked so lost. I would do anything to take away the anguish I saw in his eyes; but I didn't know how to help him.
Everything was backwards, I thought again. Edward never should have left Forks. He needed to go back to Bella and fall in love with her. He needed her. He was bereft without her. The worst part was that Edward didn't even seem to know why he felt that way. If only I could tell him.
My heart was breaking for Edward and without thinking; I reached out to touch him. But my hand passed right through his face. I was so astonished I jumped back, or flew back, I wasn't really sure. I stood there, stunned at my discovery; I really was like a ghost here. But, why? I'd put my hand right through him, and Edward didn't notice a thing. I wondered what would happen if I tried the same thing with Jacob? But then I felt the pulling, flying sensation, the one that meant I was waking up.
The next day I couldn't shake the image of the sadness and pain I saw in Edward's eyes. "Well, at least it would all work out in the books I was writing," I thought to myself. But I still wondered why I was having these crazy dreams. Why was I like ghost or a watcher in them? Why did I know these characters? Why? Why? Why?
My dreams continued that way for a week. I was too spooked to try to touch Jacob, and I really didn't like feeling like a ghost. I spent most of my dream time with Edward. He seemed to be getting worse by the minute and Esme and I were getting more and more worried.
Bella and Jake seemed happy enough together, and it was only a matter of time before she noticed him as more than a friend. It looked like life in Forks was moving on as though the Cullens had never existed.
I was also learning how to navigate better in my dreams. All I had to do was think of a particular character or place, and I would feel the flying sensation and soon I'd be there. Also, when I returned to the dreams, if I wanted, I could return to the exact moment I left.
Time seemed to pass quickly in my Twilight dream world. A week of events would pass, and I would have only been asleep for an hour. Also, strangely enough, I was also still having regular crazy nonsense dreams. To try to make sense of everything, I wrote all my dreams down. There was huge difference between my Twilight dreams and regular dreams. First of all, the Twilight dreams were easy to remember. They were more like memories. My regular dreams, if I didn't write them down immediately, I would forget them completely.
My days were spent with my family, working, and then squeezing out every spare moment I had to write the Twilight Saga, so I wouldn't forget any of it. Just for kicks one night, I Googled 'Edward Anthony Masen' but I found nothing of interest. Then I Googled 'Spanish influenza victims in Chicago' and an archive came up with a list of names. Sure enough, Edward Anthony Masen was on that list. So were his parents. I felt goose bumps all over me and I suddenly empathized with how I made Jacob Black feel.
Following that successful search, I Googled 'Isabella Swan', 'Charlie Swan' and 'Jacob Black' and found nothing relevant. 'The Quileute tribe', 'Edward Anthony Masen' and 'Stephanie Meyer' actually existed, but not the other characters. Okay, that didn't make sense, but then, none of this really did.
Next I Googled 'vivid dreams where you are invisible.' As I read several different interesting theories, I came across one theory that really struck a chord with me. It was a study done on people who seemed to have dreams that were not like dreams; they were more like memories of experiences they had never had. Now that sounded like what was happening to me. The theory was: these people actually had out of body experiences (astral projecting), and had actually visited other places or parallel universes where these experiences occurred. This is why these dreams were more like memories.
Memories have a flow and continuity that dreams usually do not. Dreams are sporadic and rarely flow. The theory also went on to say that when people experience déjà vu, it's because it really did happen, just in some other parallel universe. Some of the people described themselves as having no physical body, like they were a ghost, and that no one seemed to see them. When moving, they felt as though they were floating or flying. That sounded very familiar. Still others had completely physical experiences where they could feel, touch, taste, and smell. Now that sounded just like my whole Twilight experience, although the books had yet to be written, I had distinct memories of reading the Twilight series, joining Twilight forums and seeing the all Twilight movies. How was I having memories or dreams of something that did not even exist?
But all of the experiences I read about had the same theme; that to the person, these dreams felt like memories or experiences, as opposed to dreams. This theory hit the nail on the head. It did feel more like experiences than dreams. It felt like I was there, watching everything, but definitely there. If I was astral projecting in my current dreams, it had to be into another parallel world, because vampires and werewolves did not exist in my world. But that still didn't explain the memories of reading the Twilight Saga, or going to the movies, or chatting in the forums.
Okay: parallel universes, the Twilight Saga, crazy ghost dreams, astral projecting, vampires and werewolves, it all sounded more fantasy/sci-fi than realilty. And why were the Cullens in sunny Hawaii?
Ridiculous!
How I wished I had someone I could talk to about all of this, but I knew anyone I told would think I was crazy for worrying about an imaginary depressed vampire and his lost forbidden love. Writing books that I didn't want to forget, that apparently had never been written. And even worse, now I was actually beginning to believe that I wasn't dreaming at all, but that I was astral projecting myself to wherever these people or characters were. That I was travelling to some parallel world where vampires, werewolves, ghosts, myths and legends roamed the earth, instead of the pages of books.
The more I let my mind dwell on that the parallel universe theory, the more convinced I was that somehow, Edward made a wrong choice. He did not go back to Forks, did not fall in love with Bella, and this set off a whole new chain of events. Maybe, because there was no meadow scene in this parallel universe, Stephenie Meyer never had the chance to witness it in her dreams. So she had no inspiration for the Twilight Saga in my world!
But how do I know about them? Why do I remember them? Oh yeah, that's right, I'm expecting crazy theories to make sense. Maybe I am going crazy? Maybe I've dreamt the whole Twilight Saga thing and writing these books is making me lose my mind. I do know these dreams are making me frustrated and what was the point of astral projecting to another world anyway? It's not like I can change anything, or help anyone. No one can even see me.
And now, it was happening more and more, and not just at night! In the daytime I would zone out for what was only a minute or two, but in the daydream I was in Forks for hours. And I was getting desperate. I wanted to help Edward so badly, but no matter what I tried, he simply wasn't aware of me. It was so frustrating! I would have given anything to just have fifteen minutes to convince him to go back to Forks; to make him understand that Bella was his destiny. I was convinced I was astral projecting into a parallel universe where the Cullens existed and somehow I had to get through to Edward. I vowed to find a way to do this, otherwise, if I couldn't, I was pretty sure that it was just additional evidence that I was completely losing it.
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Below is a short preview of Chapter 2 and in this Chapter we get to meet Edward & the rest of the Cullens live and in person. Please review I would love to hear your thoughts and suggestions.
Chapter 2
BORROWED BODY/MEET THE CULLENS
As we finally pulled into their driveway I recognized the house. "This was it," I thought, "the house in my dreams." It was mostly windows and glass. This was definitely it. I paid the cab driver and got out, waved him off, took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Esme answered the door. She was even more breathtaking live and in person.
I gathered my courage, "Hello is Edward Cullen here?"
Esme gave me a warm smile and answered "Yes, is Edward expecting you?"
I quickly responded, "No, I'm on an unexpected trip to Hawaii." That was an understatement to say the least! "But it's important that I talk to Edward."
Esme continued to smile and replied, "Then please come in. Who should I say is calling?"
Good, she invited me in, the Cullens were nothing if not well mannered, "My name is Jenny Latham, please tell Edward I am friend of Bella Swan."
I thought my heart was going to pound out of this chest. I saw the barest hint of her expression change when I mentioned Bella's name, but she just asked me to take a seat and she quietly moved out of the room.
Edward came in with his heels dragging on the floor; I take it that was for my benefit to announce his entrance. Most of the time that I had been here before as a ghost/astral projection, I hadn't even noticed how quiet everyone was. I took one look at him and almost died. He was breathtaking, perfection. I thought that seeing him so many times before had prepared me for this, but I had not counted on this body's physical reaction to him. I felt my heart begin to pound faster, my mouth dropped open and I forgot to breathe for a moment.
I quickly recovered, closed my mouth and managed to speak, "Hello, Edward. I am Jenny Latham. How are you doing today?"
Edward took note of my reaction to him, his face was friendly and open, but his eyes were careful. His was voice polite and casual, subdued even. Still it was beautiful and musical when he spoke "I am fine, thank you for asking. So you are a friend of Isabella Swan?"
Okay straight to business, "You could say that. But I am here to see you, Edward."
I was waiting for him to read my mind and see everything I knew, and why I was here. "Thank God he could read minds," I thought. His ability was going to come in real handy at this point.
Edward answered with a puzzled expression on his face, "To see me? May I ask why?"
I hadn't thought of an answer, I just assumed he would read my mind and this part would all be easy. I said the first thing that came to mind and replied, "I came to see why you left Forks."
I saw him stiffen and for a split second something else registered on his beautiful features. But it was almost immediately gone. Then he casually asked, "Did Isabella Swan send you to talk to me?"
It was difficult to think coherently and breathe while looking directly at him. I closed my eyes just so I could get the words out, "No, Bella has never even met me. I am here to tell you that you must go back to Forks and back to Bella."
As I mentioned Bella's name I opened my eyes and for just a moment, Edward's mask had fallen, and he looked flabbergasted. Edward's mask was quickly back in place. His eyes were guarded, his voice tight and controlled, and yet still unimaginably beautiful. "Why would I go back to Forks, and what do you mean, 'back to Isabella?'"
