'Cause if one day you wake up
And find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder
Where on this earth I could be...
Bella glanced out the window of the master suite at Isle Esme, her fingers pausing in her packing as she gazed at the sparkling sand of the beach and the glittering waters of the ocean beyond it.
"Sad to be leaving?" Edward asked quietly, his melodious voice coming from the other side of the room where he was finishing his own packing.
"Mmmm..." Bella murmured. She was indeed sad to be going. Isle Esme was officially Bella's favorite place on Earth; by far the most beautiful place she'd ever seen. These last three weeks had been magical, the days and the nights. Bella's cheeks heated up slightly thinking about those nights, the nights which had quite possibly been the most magical of all. Except one thing that soured them every time she fell asleep, since that night two weeks ago. The dream. The dream about the moon, and the sea, and forgetting. Every night it was the same, and every morning was the same:
She always would be wondering where something was, and always knew it was right where it should be, which didn't make any sense because it was lost.
And then she could never remember what exactly she had lost.
"Will you be ready to go in fifteen minutes?" Edward asked, touching her arm. She jumped slightly, having been startled by his sudden appearance. That was happening more and more as she got lost in her thoughts, always thinking about her dream.
"Mm. Yes," Bella said, shoving all the clothes she had been carefully folding down into the rest of the pile and slapping the suitcase closed. She zipped it easily, and turned to her husband with a smile. "Ready."
Edward smiled back, and rubbed her shoulder lovingly before picking up her suitcase easily and heading out to the private boat they'd be using to get back again. Bella looked out the window one more time before following. She knew she'd be able to see the same beach even better when they were outside, but there was something about this particular view. It seemed better in a way than the actual view, when she was out on the sand and could see everything. Maybe it had something to do with the dream. The dream... Bella's thoughts turned back to it as she followed Edward out.
Maybe Alice would be able to tell her what she'd forgotten, when she got back to Forks. The thought was comforting. Alice was organized enough. Maybe she could tell Bella what she'd lost. . . .
A/N:
Nyaaaa, so sorry for the lack of post yesterday, got swamped with homework and actually feel asleep at 7:30 before I'd even gotten through half of it... =.=' didn't end up on a computer all day...
Yup, that's about it...
~Aneko
