I woke up. But he was still there.

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I tried to change the dream I was currently in - it was far too vidid for me. The way he sat on the edge of my bed, paused like a Greek god's statue made my heart melt. I could see his flawless skin, the perfect double curve of his lips, the way his bronze hair was messed up, as if he had been running, and it made me want to get up, just to look at him, just to touch him. For some reason, I was content that he wasn't looking at me, just staring off into space, yet all he wanted to do was spend time with me, even though I was still dreaming. Silently, he raised himself from my bed to gaze upon my wall of photographs.

The photographs contained various scenes of other vampires I had met on my travels. I liked to take photographs of the vampires I had met, so that I could remember how many powers I have, as I have so many it can be hard to keep track of them all. My favourite picture is me, and a beautiful young vampire named Azura. It shows her 'sharing' her power with me. The way I can share powers with others is if we press our palms together. In this picture, we are pressing palms and doing 'jazz hands' with our free hands. The picture next to it is Azura and I, and I am testing my new 'shared' telekinetic power to lift her up into the air.

When Edward spotted these two photographs, he chuckled musically, and started to rifle through my book collection. When he found Wuthering Heights was opened on the top of my bookshelf, he tutted. He must remember my fondness of this book from my past life. Then, he found the CD he had made for me ten years ago, which was still in my CD player. His whole face contorted into an expression I could not recognise.

I giggled quitely to myself. To imagine this, I must be far more creative than I had ever given myself credit for.

As soon as the sound escaped my lips, he wheeled on his heels to face my bed. His golden eyes widened ever so slightly, and his lips clenched tightly together. He just stood there for what felt like hours,though it was probably only a few seconds.

"Bella -" He stopped himself. This was too real for me. I should have realised before. I was not dreaming! This was real. Edward was in my room; he had been on the end of my bed and looked through my books and photographs, just like he had allways done before.

I felt my face harden, and he must have spotted it too, because he took a tiny step backwards. I desperately wanted to wake up, to know that this was all a bad dream, and it would blow over in a few days, to know that I would get over it. I had to know, I just had to.

I wavered, and then asked the vital question.

"Is this real?" I said. As soon as I heard my own voice, I knew it was. There was no way I could imagine all this.

"Yes, this is real," He said after a long sigh, "but I wish it wasn't. Bella I'm so sorry."

This set my mind reeling. Why would he wish it wasn't real? Sensing I had a question, he spoke carefully.

"I- when we left, Bella, I didn't believe that I would be leaving you in such danger here. I thought that you would be safe, seeing that the vampires had left town, but I was wrong. I left the best thing I had in my life behind, and the last 10 years have been the worst 10 years of my life. So, I decide to come back to Forks, just to see that you were ok. I promised myself that I would not get involved, whatever had happened - surely you would be better off than when we were here. But no. Instead, I find out that as soon as I was gone, your best friend was a young werewold, Laurent was looking for you, and you had to suffer because of me. If I had never left, you wouldn't have had to join this world, not ever. You would probably be the safest human in existence, so I make the biggest possible mistake by leaving you."

This was what I had wanted to hear for the last 10 years. He realised what life had been like for me when he had gone, and he had apologised. I smiled.

"Edward.." He cut me off, just as I had started to speak. His mouth turned up slightly at the edges, into a kind of haf smile. He walked slowly up to me, but I froze up. Wasn't this what I had wanted? What was going on? I realised that this was just nerves. After all, I hadn't seen him for 10 years.

He slowly leant forwards, and pressed his lips against mine, just like he allways had.

This was too much for me. I couldn't do this.

I pulled away sharply.

"Get out." I snarled. I strode across my room, and yanked the window open. To my surprise, I was stronger than him, so I pushed him across the room towards the window.

I could not bear to look at him, so I turned away. At the last minute, I decided I needed to see him. I knew it wasn't rational, it was just something I had to do. Spinning around, I was just in time to see him leap from my window and dissapear into the night.

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