"Edward."
I whipped around to face the sound of the voice. The thought was by far the most tempting, most amazingly beautiful sounding mind of any I had ever come across, and was sure I ever would. I knew that if this mind ever gave me a command, I would follow it blindly, without a second thought. I wanted it to think again. I wanted it to think nonstop. I wanted to lay in the meadow with this voice surrounding me, letting the alluring sound drift through my senses and fill my heart of its emptiness.
"Edward," it thought again. The voice sounded guarded and sad. I wanted to rid this beautiful voice of all its unhappiness and hold it in my arms, keeping it safe.
"Who's there?" I called softly, failing to make my voice sound strong. Instead, it shook slightly. The wonderful thoughts started again, all of me. They were just as addictive as before, maybe even more so. They were filled with curiosity, longing, fright, protection, and extreme fright.
"Can he hear me?" the angelic mind wondered frantically.
"Yes," I whispered aloud. My feet took me forward a few steps without my knowledge. "Who are you?"
The mind was suddenly silent. I couldn't bear it. I needed its perfect voice to speak to me again. "Please tell me," I sighed. My steps took me tentatively closer to the forest, closer to where the voice was coming from.
After a few minutes, it spoke again. "I can't," it replied softly.
I didn't understand. As I moved slowly through the trees, I somehow knew the voice was moving away from my steps. "Please don't run," I pleaded. I needed to be as close to this remarkably attractive voice as physically possible. "Why can't you tell me?"
"You wouldn't want to know." The hurt in the voice was back, making my heart ache with it. What had happened to make this angel so despondent? I subconsciously promised to fix it.
"But I do," I sighed. The voice didn't understand how spectacularly tempting they were. The silence stabbed me quickly and repeatedly. I would do anything to make it start again. "Why wouldn't I want to know?" I wondered aloud.
Silence followed. I was losing them, whoever they were. How could this person have distracted me from my journey for Bella? Bella…
"Do you know Bella Swan?" I asked the person, louder this time. I wasn't sure exactly how far they'd gotten from me.
The voice answered just as loud as before. Just as captivating as well. "Yes."
My dead heart skipped a beat. Bella must still be around. "Do you know where she is?" I asked quickly. My mind was getting ahead of itself. I needn't scare the angel away. When I received no answer, I couldn't help but trying again. "Did she move away from here?" I prayed the answer was no.
I was not rewarded. "…Yes," the mind thought hesitantly. I could tell this was not a welcome subject. I wondered how well they knew Bella. I wondered what Bella had done to make this angel so hesitant to speak about her. I wondered what this person was doing sneaking in the forest behind Bella's house.
I decided to ignore my last thought. "How do you know me?" I asked. This was a pressing question. Almost as intriguing as to where Bella was.
"Bella spoke of you often," the voice replied. The emotion in which the voice was thinking had me walking again, searching for this heavenly sound.
"Good or bad?" This I needed to know most of all—if it was bad, then I might as well turn around and head back to South America. If not…
"Bella was very fond of you, no matter what she told me. The sparkle in her eyes when she thought of you was wonderful to see. Especially during her darker days," the lovely mind thought. It had stopped moving and therefore I had stopped walking as well. I needed to keep my distance; I was worried if I got too close, the angel would flee.
"Darker days?" I asked curiously. No matter how hard I tried, I failed to imagine Bella as dark or dangerous.
"Yes. After you left." My breathing increased exponentially after this last sentence flowed through me. How could this person know so much about our history? I didn't like the thought of my love sharing all our secrets with this person, no matter how infatuating their mind was.
"How do you know that?" I asked sternly. My voice conveyed my wonder and slight agitation.
"Edward, do you honestly not know?" the angel asked innocently. It was the most astoundingly pure and genuine question I had ever heard.
"No," I whispered softly. Even to myself I sounded idiotic. I let my feet carry me once again toward the mind's perfect voice, no longer caring if they decided to flee. I could feel myself nearing the angel, for their draw was becoming stronger.
The voice answered clearly and beautifully as I stepped through the final brush that kept me from seeing the angel's face. "Edward, I am Bella."
I'm sorry--it seems as though I'm a short chapter writer. How about I update frequently with short chapters, instead of sporadically with long ones? Thanks for all your reviews! I wouldn't mind more. :D
