Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. (I wish)

Sorry this chapter is pretty short :(

BPOV

"Bella? Bella, honey, can you hear me?" I heard a faint voice say.

I struggled to swim out of the thick darkness surrounding me, but I couldn't move when it felt like someone had punched a hole through my chest. I tried to open my eyes, but I was too weak.

Then, in my mind, I saw a bright, shimmering figure far away. Curious, I tried to approach the figure. I was almost there; I could tell that the figure was a person. I took another step forwards and gasped, "Edward?" The figure turned around and faced me. His eyes were full of love and compassion. I slowly extended my arm to touch his face. I gently brushed his cheek with my fingertips and a strong electrical jolt passed through us. My eyes flew open.

I looked around me; my sparkling Edward was nowhere to be seen. I was in my room, on my bed. Next to me was an extremely relieved Charlie.

"Thanks goodness you're all right! When you just collapsed in the kitchen, I had no idea what to do. What happened? Are you feeling sick?" Charlie asked.

"No, Dad, I'm fine. I was just… remembering Edward." I winced when I said his name, and it suddenly became harder to breathe.

A sad look came across Charlie's face. "You're still upset about that? It's been almost a year. Don't you think it's time to move on?" he asked quietly.

"Dad, I can't move on. I loved him." I replied.

Charlie sighed. "Well, do you want to come back down? You were out for an hour, so it's time for me to start making lunch. You know how I always take ages to make it," he said while the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

"No! I can do lunch. You should get a break. After all, you did make my breakfast for me," I said hurriedly. I needed something to do to get my mind off Edward.

"Bells, it's your birthday, you deserve a day off," Charlie said, smiling. "And besides, you were just unconscious for an hour."

I could tell that he wasn't going to change his mind. "Okay, I'll just stay in my room then. Maybe I'll read my new copy of Wuthering Heights." Actually, I probably wouldn't. I knew very well that I couldn't read a love story without breaking down.

"Okay, you'll be all right up here by yourself? If you don't feel well again, let me know," Charlie said, always worrying about me.

"Sure," I replied. Charlie left my room. I could hear him heavily plodding down the steps. What could I do now? I knew that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep without dreaming of Edward as he had been in my hallucination – loving and caring. If I dreamt that he loved me in my sleep, it would be like he just left me all over again when I woke up, and that would be too much for me to bear. I definitely wasn't going to listen to my new CD; if I fainted just by looking at the cover of it, who knows what damage I'd do to myself if I'd actually listen to it.

I needed to hear his voice, but I didn't know what dangerous things I could do now. Riding my motorcycle no longer gave me any hallucinations; I had gotten quite good at it, so they weren't dangerous anymore. I missed Edward so much – I missed the look in his eyes as he climbed in my window at night…

A brilliant idea struck me. I knew exactly how to put myself in danger. A rare smile spread across my face - I was going to hear Edward soon...

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