I slept fitfully. My body couldn't decide which temperature it wanted to maintain. One minute, I was throwing off layers and layers of clothing, and the other, I was crawling around on the floor, shivering as I tried to find them again. I didn't know where Edward was, and it was making me scared.

I climbed back into bed, exhausted once again and looked at the faint green glow that was my clock. It read 2.31am. Edward had been gone for seven hours. I was scared and alone. My head was pounding and I cringed from the pain that ensued every time one of Charlie's snores resonated throughout the tiny house.

Grabbing as many clothes and blankets as I could, I made my way downstairs. My head hurt too much to read and I didn't want to disturb Charlie's slumber. I created myself a nest on the couch before turning on the television. I flicked through the channels, before finally finding some mundane cooking show.

After three hours, I finally seemed to fall back asleep. My body was drained from the sickness that ravaged my body, and my mind was exhausted from the constant stress of Edward's return. I really wanted, no, neededhim. Every cell in my body was yearning for him. The thought of his return sped up my erratic heartbeat.

I dreamt of Edward, as usual. However, instead of my dreams being pleasant and calming, they were torturously painful and horrendous.

I stood on the edge of our meadow, my eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight that flooded around me. I stepped into the sun filled clearing, hoping to see my skin sparkle like Edward's did in the sun. Looking down, I saw only a wrinkled arm, with a horny, curled hand attached. My head snapped up – my eyes craning to see Edward's glorious form. Instead, I saw nothing. I started to run, but my unsteady (and old) feet only took me a few steps before I found myself sprawled on the ground. I started to cry – where was my angel?

'Edward? Edward! No, no, no, no, no!', i screamed, inconsolable. Where was everybody? Where was he

i woke up with a jolt and looked around me. I was huddled inside my nest of blankets and pillows, and curled up in a foetal position. Tears were streaming down my face and my arms were wrapped around my middle, as they had been for the five months that Edward had been gone. I gulped – Edward.