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BPOV

We stood facing each other, like cowboys on a standoff, minus the tumbleweed. I almost laughed at the image in my head, but didn't has it was swiftly replaced by another one.

Edward holding me in his arms as I slept, his chest my new favorite pillow.

I snapped out of it quickly as Edward took a step towards me. I instinctively moved back, shying from his presence. I regretted it immediately. Pain showed in his eyes and I was reminded of Jasper's words.

He still loves you, you know.

Silence grew between us. It wasn't like the comfortable ones we had once shared, the type of silence where nothing needs to be said, the type where you are allowed to exult in being in there presence. This silence was dead, stifling, the kind you will say anything to escape. I broke first.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have said all that,"

My destroyer's chuckle banished the silence, enveloping us both.

"It's alright," he replied, moving towards me a little. I stayed still, desperate not to cause him pain. "I deserved every word you said,"

I call him my destroyer, but listening to his harmonious voice I felt safe. Like my wounds were slowly healing. Perhaps this was how the devil lured others to their doom. Using a voice like velvet and eyes that burned with golden fire to distract you from the monster within. Whatever it was it worked, and I found myself sitting on the bed, gesturing for him to sit with me.

He sat far away from me, as if I would scorch him with a touch. I crossed my legs and faced him, taking in his beauty. No matter how many times I saw him, I would always be touched by it, always admire his marble perfection. I searched my mind for a topic before an uncomfortable silence grew again.

"How's everyone been?" I asked eventually. Edward smiled at the question. Not his usual crooked grin, but a tight smile, more like a grimace than anything else.

"Miserable," he replied, "Alice wouldn't shop, Carlisle wouldn't work, Esme wouldn't do any designing, Rosalie wouldn't go near the garage, and Emmett wouldn't touch a single video game. Jasper would curl up in a ball somewhere to try and block everyone's depression, as well as his own," he never looked away from me once whilst telling me this, watching my reaction with his hypnotic eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, unable to look away.

"Why?"

"Because everyone was miserable," I replied, adding I know how that feels in my mind.

Edward looked pained, as though he had read my thoughts, an impossibility that I was glad about.

"How have you been?" Edward asked me suddenly. I just looked at him. "Stupid question," he muttered.

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me. The laugh felt gloriously good, like feeling the first rays of sun after winter. A moment later his chuckle enriched the air. I found him sitting beside me.

"Sorry," he said when he saw me looking. He started to move away.

"No, it's okay," I laid my hand on his to stop him, reveling in the thrilling electricity that danced across my skin when I touched him. He smiled lightly, his fingers slowly entwining with mine. I yawned involuntarily. I didn't sleep much nowadays, despite the peaceful night I had spent in Edward's arms, so was constantly tired. Sleeping meant nightmares.

A light chuckle filled my ears as Edward pulled me down beside him, his arms curling round me. I turned to him instinctively, out bodies fitting together perfectly. I felt safe there. Edward's chest vibrated as he hummed an almost forgotten tune. I fell asleep then, like I had so many times. Safe in his arms as my lullaby filled my ears.

EPOV

Her soft breathing filled my ears as she buried her head against my chest. Her petite form fit perfectly in my arms, her face relaxing as sleep took her. I studied her as she slept, just like I had done for so many sleepless nights, watching her dream as night fell. Dark shadows ringed her eyes, a stark contrast on her pale face. A frown creased her forehead as she dreamed, her mouth forming a slight pout.

She had wanted me close to her. She had held my hand. And now she lay in my arms. My heart felt elated at the simplest contact, sparks racing across my skin where it came into contact with her warmth.

"I don't want a dog called Mike, Charlie,"

A slight chuckle escaped me. I had missed her sleep talking, a chance for a glimpse into her walled mind, although it irked me that she dreamed of Mike. She shifted slightly, moving closer to me.

A whimper escaped her. She started to shake, her entire body quivering in my arms. I stroked her hair and whispered soothing words to comfort her, but the sound of my voice only made it worse.

"Edward," her voice was filled with pain, and I winced at the thought that I was hurting her even in her dreams.

"Don't go, please Edward," she begged, whimpered and pleaded over and over, no matter how many times I told her I was here, that I wasn't going anywhere. I hummed her lullaby frantically, desperate to disperse the nightmare. It worked a little, her muscles relaxing slightly before her eyes flew open, searching for me in the dark.

"Don't go," she pleaded, no longer asleep but wide awake. Her eyes searched mine for the answer. She was so scared, her heart beating at a rapid rate. The nightmare had terrified her, ripped open every wound I had inflicted on her. Now she voiced what only her subconscious had dared to beg alone in the dark. Her hands grasped tightly at my shirt, desperate for security.

"I won't leave," I told her, hugging her to my chest, stroking her hair. "I'm here to stay, I promise,"

"Don't make promises you have no intention of keeping," she said after a minute, lifting her head to meet my eyes. "You promised to stay with me before, but you broke that promise." Her eyes filled with tears, "Why do you always make promises you won't keep?"

My dead heart ached to see her pain filled gaze. I wiped the tears away softly with my thumb.

"I'm keeping this promise," I said, laying a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Why? Guilt?" she pressed, her eyes never wavering from my own, searching for the truth.

"No," I whispered, laying my head against her own, "Because I love you,"


Don't know about you but I loved writing this scene.

I won't do a 'review or no new chapter' ultimatum again. I felt dictatorish.

But....

Review anyways? :P