Am I Dreaming?
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Now, we're back to Bella at the mall, and she's uhm still crying.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or Edward Cullen, or Robert Pattinson. How depressing.
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BPOV
I don't know how long I sat there crying.
I had eventually fallen from my knees to merely sitting there on the hard cold floor of the mall in front of the many eyes of the public. Sure enough, they stared and whispered as they walked by, probably gossiping, or making fun of me for crying here.
But I didn't hear a single word of what anyone said about me.
I didn't see a single eye stare at me.
Because I never looked up. I never listened.
All I could think about was him. Edward Cullen.
I could see his face flashing through my mind. Those glorious, smouldering, golden orbs that were his eyes. That beautiful, crooked smile.
I could hear his voice, whispering to me. Encouraging me. Telling me to get up.
Bella, love, get up.
Bella, people are staring, get up, love.
Bella. Bella, Please stop crying.
Love, I'm here, get up. I love you.
I put my face in my hands, and sobbed even harder.
I continued to cry, and then felt a hand rest gently on my shoulder.
I looked up and saw him. Edward.
My jaw dropped. He was even more beautiful right now than I had remembered.
He gave me his signature crooked smile, and wiped a tear off my cheek.
This can't really be happening. It must be a dream. He left me. I'm imagining things.
I looked up at him again, and opened my mouth to say something but no words could escape. I was speechless.
I had to be dreaming. That or I was hallucinating.
He looked down at me, seeming unsure, and I smiled at him. I had missed him, so much.
I continued to stare at him in confusion. Is this a dream?
He looked into me eyes, trying to figure out what was coursing through my mind. He looked sympathetic, loving, and … sad?
This is just a dream. There's no way he's actually here. I must be dreaming.
"Am I dr-dreaming?" I hadn't even thought to say this aloud, and only realized I had once I saw him look at me, emotions flickering through his eyes: confusion, frustration, disappoint, sadness, understanding … love.
"No, Bella. You're not dreaming, love" He whispered. His velvety voice seemed to be even softer than I remembered.
He gave me another crooked smile, and I became utterly baffled.
Am I just dreaming? Or is he really back?
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I know that was sorta kinda short, but I liked it.
I must've edited this at least ten times before I finally posted it.
Anyways, I hope you guys like it.
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