(A/N)
Sorry it's been so long.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or it's characters.
EPOV
I shifted restlessly in my bed.
Of course when I wanted desperately to sleep, I couldn't. All I saw when I closed my eyes was Bella. She would haunt me either way, during sleep and during consciousness.
Bella.
I couldn't think about it without my head hurting.
She had dreams, too. She dreamed of me. Endless questions swirled through my head and I had no idea what was going to happen.
We were a couple in my dreams. Did she want that? Did I want that?
She was pretty. No. Pretty was too much of an understatement.
She was beautiful-captivating and fascinating. It had been hard to keep my eyes off of her during dinner. I had failed in my attempts to anyway. With her brown hair -which I was sure looked beautiful down- brown eyes, and porcelain skin, color staining only her cheeks, she was the prettiest woman I'd ever seen. My dreams, as beautifully as they had portrayed her, did her no justice. But more than her physical beauty, I found myself comfortable with her. Talking with her was easy, even discussing heavy topics. With anyone else, that conversation would have been completely disastrous.
I could see myself with her for the rest of my life. Falling for her would be as easy as as that: falling.
But would she want me? I wanted that to her choice. Most people didn't worry about the love aspect. All men wanted was a wife and women were just objects to be signed off from one owner to another.
But I wanted it to be the woman's choice. What good was spending your life with someone if there was no love between them?
I closed my eyes again, fixing Bella's face in my mind. Could her beauty lull me to sleep?
It could.
"For me to allow this — to let you become what I am just so I can keep you forever..."
"It's the most selfish thing I'll ever do, even if I live forever."
"If there were any way for me to become human for you — no matter what the price was, I would pay it."
I blinked as I turned over in my bed, words swirling through my head. It was morning and I wanted it to be night again.
Human.
Human.
What?
So, what? In these dreams, I wasn't human?
What was I then?
I pushed myself up. What time was it?
Late enough. If I ate first, it wouldn't be a ridiculous time for me to go to the park.
Would Bella have similar thoughts? I had no ida where to go, but the park for a quiet conversation with her. I couldn't go to her house. Her mother or father would answer the door and we wouldn't be able t have privacy. We'd be chaperoned.
It was improper to be without a chaperone, but this wasn't something we could very will discuss with our parents nearby.
Waiting at the park all day it was, then.
"I'm going to the park," I said once I'd finished my breakfast. My mother turned to look at me.
"To the park? This early?"
"Yes," I said. "I'll probably be out for a while. Is there anything you need while I'm out?"
"No, dear," she said. "Be careful."
"Of course," I said opening the door.
Today was just as nice a day as it had been when I'd first run into her; colder now because it was earlier. I walked through the park a bit before sitting on a bench.
Imagine my surprise when I spotted Bella walking though the park not thirty minutes after I'd arrived. I raised my hand a bit, trying to catch her eye. She smiled when she saw me and started towards the bench.
"Great minds think alike," she said when she reached me. She sat next to me, smoothing out her dress nervously.
"Hi," I said. She stared at the sky for a moment before facing me. I wished I could know what she was thinking. She seemed to be... wistful.
"Did you have a dream last night?" she asked, ignoring my greeting. I nodded. "What of, might I ask?"
"We were on a couch. It was raining; loud enough that you could hear it through the walls. My head almost hurt and my thoughts were conflicted. And I told you -among other things-, 'If there were any way for me to-'"
"-Become human for you," Bella continued, cutting me off. "no matter what the price was, I would pay it."
I stared at her in a astonishment. So we had the same dream. She continued telling me her side of the dream, "I was scared. Not of you but of what you'd say. By the end I was... amused? What were the other things you said?"
"Something about allowing you to become what I am?" I said. "and that it was the most-"
"Selfish thing you'd ever do," Bella finished for me, muttering the words under her breath. I nodded.
"Brings up the question of what I am," I murmured. She heard me.
"They're just dreams," Bella said dismissively. She seemed determined of this fact. She'd speculated overnight? Made sense of it?
"They can't be dreams," I contradicted. They couldn't be.
"Why not?" Bella asked almost angered, shifting on the bench so her body was turned towards mine. She'd moved in a way that her knee was on the bench. She noticed when I did and sheepishly slipped her leg off the bench. A pink, almost red, tone blossomed over her cheeks.
"That's why," I whispered under my breath, my eyes still on her cheeks. Her eyes met mine at the change in my tone. "Because I know you. Because you're here and you're real and I've been dreaming about you and your smile and your blushing and your eyes since I was twelve."
I was close to crying, I was so passionate about this. I had no doubt in my mind that they weren't just dreams. I didn't know what they were exactly, but they weren't dreams.
The blush on her cheeks had intensified and her eyes reflected the shine of unshed tears as she looked at me.
"This doesn't make any sense," she said for what felt like the millionth time. Maybe it was because I'd said it too.
"I know," I said, "But we could try to figure it out."
"How?"
"Wait," I said. "We could wait for a clue or something."
"A clue," she repeated. "Okay."
"Until then," I said. "What's your favorite color?"
She cracked a smiled. We talked for what felt like hours on that bench, getting to know each other better.
She didn't have a favorite color. She was an Austen fan (as well as Bronte for some inexplicable reason). She was well-read and soft spoken, unless you hit a nerve. In an argument about Heathcliff, she'd nearly slapped me.
This beautiful girl, who I'd met only the day before, was fascinating.
I could see myself falling in love with her. Not the dream, not the enigma, but her.
And that frightened me more than anything else about this whole ordeal.
(A/N)
Okay. So... I suck. Sorry.