I'll be seeing you by Billie Holiday.

I was having trouble concentrating on the still life in the middle of the class room. It was a simple enough piece, just random objects thrown together on top of a white sheet; an old fashion black tea kettle with a flower detail, a copper spray can, a glass jar of spices and a dark blue sheet draped over a skull. Again simple enough, but I couldn't focus on it; my mind would keep drifting back to last night's dream.

I was sitting in a meadow, the same meadow as last time, exactly the same. The sun was shining on me, warming my body; I was surrounded by a variety of flowers and tall grass that tickled my legs. The sky was a lovely clear blue and again I was wearing a white sundress, barefoot. I was pulling on the grass impatiently in front of me, waiting for the honey sweet voice that I knew was coming. A black paw on my hand made me stop, my heart skipped a beat and I looked up into the eyes of Lucien. He was lying down on the grass in front of me; he looked down at my hand then back up at me. He looked at me like a grandfather would look at his grandchildren; there was such wisdom and patients in his young eyes, it shocked me. Then he did something that left me dumbfounded, he opened his mouth and in a deep soothing tone that I would never imagine would come out of this dogs mouth, he spoke, "Be patient and let us guide you-his eyes were pleading- all will come in good time." I just stared at him open mouthed, he smiled softly, got up and walked away.

So instead of painting the damn still life whenever I would pick up my brush all that would come out was the damn meadow. Groaning in frustration I threw the brush back on the easel and crossed my arms, glaring at the canvas.

"Glaring at the canvas won't get you anywhere," a cultured voice with a slight British accent chuckled, I looked up to see Mr. Barclay or as we like to call him "Yoda" since he has a major Star Wars fetish, smirking at my canvas, "And as beautiful as this garden is, it's not the assignment."

Mr. Barclay is a tall man and younger with black hair from beneath his black hat. He had light blue eyes and a bit of stubble on his chin and cheeks. He was quit handsome, in his usual black tux and hat.

"Sorry, Yoda," I apologized pulling my stool black, it scrapped loudly on the tile floor, "You know how my mind works, half the time I have no say in what I'm drawing, and it's a meadow, not a garden."

"Sorry love, my mistake," he smiled, "So why are you thinking about a meadow?" he pulled out one of the empty stools that he keeps next to everyone's easel, so he doesn't have to stand.

"I keep dreaming about it," I spoke once he was situated. One of the things I loved about Mr. Barclay was that he was easy to talk to, I could tell him anything and I knew he wouldn't tell a soul and he gives great advice, "It never leaves my head."

"Is the meadow the only thing you see?" he asked leaning forward, putting his elbows on his knees and resting his head in his hands. All attention on me.

"Well the first time I saw Edward there," Mr. Barclay knew all about Edward, let's just say I had a break down one day in class, "And the second time my dog was there, and each time I was always wearing this white sundress and I was barefoot."

Mr. Barclay's forehead wrinkled and his eyes were contemplating, "Well that explains Little Miss Muffet there," he said gesturing to the girl sitting in my painting, she was standing in the middle of the meadow, her white sundress blowing behind her, I glared at him, "As for your deceased love, did he say anything to you?"

I racked my brain, trying to remember exactly what Edward told me, but it seemed to have just escaped my mind, "I don't remember," I confessed with a groan, "But the dog said to be patient, that all will come in good time and to let "us" guide you.

"The dog...talked to you?" he said, giving me this look as if I was insane, which I probably was.

"I know it's weird, but that's what he said."

"Well do what he says then," he declared as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"This dog is obviously here to help you, with what I don't know, maybe to help you finally get over Edward or maybe not you need to figure that out, but whatever it is you need to trust him and let him guide you," he leaned forward and placed his hand on my shoulder, I looked up at my teacher and saw that he was sincere in his words, he actually thought that Lucien would help me and I kind of believed him. No wonder we called him Yoda.

"Thanks Yoda," I smiled. With a heavy sigh and a slap to his thigh he got up from his stool and pointed a finger at me.

"Now I want you to finish this garden here," he instructed sternly, "and you're going to enter it in the art show and you're going to finish my bloody assignment when you're done."

"Yes Master," I said putting my hands tighter and bowing.

"Let the force be with you," he bowed, and walked off, "And don't forget my assignment!" he yelled over his shoulder.

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"Luc, I'm home," I yelled dumping my bag and canvas on the floor and walking to the kitchen. I opened the frig and pulled out a water bottle, taking a sip.

"Hey Bells," Alice's voice chided, making me jump and spit out my water.

"Alice what the fuck are you doing here?" I scolded wiping my mouth and putting my bottle on the counter. Alice was supposed to still be at school.

"Yea it's night to see you too," she walked into the kitchen, Lucien tucked under her arm, he wagged his tail and started wiggling in her grasp when he saw me.

I reached over and plucked Lucien out of Alice's arms; he licked my chin and yelped before settling down in my arms, "Sorry, I just didn't know you would be home so early."

"Yea well I got my period so I came home early," she shrugged grabbing a big bag of Puffy Cheetos and walking out to the living room, plopping on the couch. I followed her, sitting Lucien on the couch next to me and stealing a handful of Cheetos from Alice.

"What are we watching?" I asked throw a mouthful of Cheetos, I handed one to Lucien who crunched on it happily.

"It's me or the dog," she replied, "Some show about some British chick who goes around helping mental dogs, it's on Animal Planet," she explain when I gave her a confused look.

"Oh," was all I said as I watched the show. Apparently two ladies were having trouble controlling their three dogs that were all quite obese might I add. Well no wonder these dogs were screwed up, these people didn't give a shit about them, using shock mats and threatening to give them away.

"Thank god Lucien's not that," Alice said, "I wouldn't waste my time with a trainer."

"Well it's not that the dogs are bad," I protested, "Its bad parenting, these people are way too uptight and obviously don't care about that dogs needs."

Alice just shrugged, "Stop stealing my cheetos!" she yelled, snatching the bag away from me. I glared and childishly stuck my tongue out at her. Lucien climbed up on my lap and licked greedily at my hands that where coated in cheese dust. Looking around the room I noticed something was missing.

"Where's Dolce?" I asked, I haven't seen that cat all day.

"Hiding somewhere in my room, your little demon was harassing her for about a half hour before she jumped up in my closet," she sent a glare at Lucien who shrank back in my lap, I rubbed his ears and he sigh content. As much as Alice loved Lucien no one messed with her cat, "He was snooping around in your room too," she added, stuffing a handful of cheetos in her mouth. That was odd, Lucien never snooped around anywhere, but I just shrugged it off and continued watching the show.

Alice and I watched TV the remainder of the day, talking mindless chatter, Jasper joining us. At about 7 Alice fell asleep after taking a Midol, and Jasper carried her off to bed. Feeling tired myself I clipped Lucien's leash on to take him out before bed.

"Jasper, I'm going to take Lucien out, I'll be back," I told him as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Alright, do you want coffee?" he asked. I would never understand Jaspers strange obsession with having coffee before going to sleep, don't get me wrong I'd die without coffee but I wouldn't be able to sleep after two cups.

"No Jazz I'm fine," I said walking out the door.

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I've been tossing and turning for hours now I just couldn't get comfortable. I sighed and wrapped my arms around Lucien's sleeping form, bringing him closer to me; he yawned and snuggled into my hair. I stared blankly into space, begging sleep to come, I could feel Lucien's warm breath on my bare neck as he slept peacefully, his cold wet nose would occasionally press on my neck making my shiver. I was growing frustrated and I was incredibly tired but sleep didn't feel like gracing me with its presence tonight.

I felt Lucien's little paws push back against my chest and he looked up at me with sleepy eyes. I loosened my hold on him and he got up, stretching and yawning, before glaring at me.

"Sorry Luc," I whispered, scratching his chest, "I can't sleep." He huffed and curled up in a ball on my pillow, looking up at me with his eyes. Sighing I threw the covers off aside and got up, Lucien's head shot up at my movements but he didn't get up. Walking out of my bedroom I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering, this house was so damn cold. I yawned as I reached for a mug on the top shelf of the cabinet, I decided I would make myself some hot chocolate; hopefully it'll help me sleep.

While I was stirring the chocolate powder in my milk I heard a scratching sound coming from my room. I looked up confused and saw Lucien looking at me from my bedroom door, fucking creep. I placed my mug in the microwave and put it for 50 seconds and went over to Lucien, he pulled his ears back disappearing into the room and stopping in front of my nightstand. He reached a paw out and scratched loudly in the wood, taking glances at me.

"Stop it," I hissed slapping his paw away, he yelped, angry and nipped my hand before grabbing hold of the ring handle, tugging on it, "What?" I asked annoyed, prying his little jaws off the handle and pulling it, opening the drawer. Random objects where scattered about inside it, charcoal pieces, pencils, post-it-notes, lose sketches, the list goes on, but there was one thing that caught my eye. I was frozen, my hand still on the handle, staring blankly at the contents of my drawer, Lucien licked my hand, the warm wetness startling me, bringing me back. With shaking hands I reached into the drawer and pulled out the small photo album. I gently stroked the smooth black leather, tracing my fingers over the picture on the cover; it was black and white close up of piano keys with a pencil resting on it. The photo was symbolic in my relationship with Edward, his passion for music and my love for art. The shrill beeping of the microwave made me jump, the book falling from my grasp and landing with a thump back inside the drawer.

"Fuck," I cursed, scrambling up and racing to the kitchen in an attempted to turn off the microwave before it woke up Alice and Jasper. My hands where still shaking as I took the hot mug out of the microwave; in fact my whole body trembled. I gently placed the mug on the marble counter and scurried back into my room, Lucien had somehow got the album out of the drawer and flipped it open, he sat there motionless, studying the page with curious eyes. I slowly made my way to him, he looked up at me standing over him, but I wasn't paying attention to him, I was looking at the picture.

It was of Edward and me sitting down on a patch of grass, if I recall correctly it was in his yard, his legs were stretched out in front of him while I sat between them, leaning on his body. It was sunny that day, so we were sitting beneath a large tree, I could make out the blurry image of the bark behind us. I studied Edwards face, his beautiful green eyes, his strong jaw with his sexy crooked smile and his floppy bronze hair, he was just perfect. The image became blurry and in a split moment I panicked before realizing tears had filled my eyes, I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand, feeling the warm wetness.

"That's Edward," I sniffled; Lucien looked up at me with sad eyes, and put his paw on the photo. I bent down, closing and grabbing the album with one hand and picking up Lucien with the other. I carried him to the couch and sat him and the photo album down, "Stay here," I whispered going back to the kitchen for my mug. I settled on the couch, tucking my legs under me and placing the album on my lap, I scooted Lucien closer to me so he had a view of the album. Taking a sip of my warm hot chocolate I opened the album.

I flipped past the first page since Lucien already saw the picture and turned to the second, "Edward and I made this shortly after we met, and we've added on as the years went by," I explained. The next page held a photo of me when I was about three years old, a big smile stretched across my red stained face as I ate one of those jumbo circle lollypops, my two front teeth were missing and I was wearing nothing but a pair of overalls. Under it was a picture of Edward at about the same age; he was sitting in a tube, drowning in bubbles, his wet bronze hair was a tangled head on his head, his large green eyes shun and smiled widely at the camera.

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through

"We met in the seventh grade," I told him, turning to the next page, this one was just a picture of both of us the year we met, the outline of a red heart was drawn around the picture, yea I know cheesy.

The eighth graders were doing a production of Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. I was helping with painting the back drop and other props. We've been working on it for about a week and we were almost done, as we were finishing up for the day I tripped on a lose wire. My arms shot to my face to protect it from the fall, but it never came. Two strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me up, I turned my head around to see who my savor was and gasped. The boy was incredibly handsome with tussled hair a peculiar shade of bronze and eyes the color of green sea glass. His beautiful lips were set in the sexiest crooked smile I've ever seen and I could feel the muscles on his arms flex beneath me as he brought me upright.

"You should be more careful," he smiled playfully, his voice sweet like sugar. I could feel the warm blush form on my checks.

"S-sorry, I'm kind of clumsy," I stuttered lowering my gaze. He chuckled, a sound so beautiful.

"I'm Edward," he introduced himself, extending a hand in greeting.

"Bella," I smiled shyly and slow put my hand in his, the moment I did I felt an electric shock shoot up my arm and travel throughout my body. I gasped pulling away, the look on Edward's face was one of confusion as he stared at his hand, he obviously felt the shock too.

"From that moment on we were inseparable," I continued, taking another sip of my milk and flipping through the pages, stopping at one with pictures of Edward and me on our first date. The first one was of me in a pair of dark shinnies and a strapless purple halter top, I was walking away from the camera, rolling my eyes. Next to that was one of Edward, wearing a pair of jeans and a black polo. Underneath those was one of Edward and me sitting in the movie theater, our movie tickets were stabled at the bottom of the page. We saw Sweeney Todd so next to the tickets in black ink I did a quick doodle of Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett.

In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin' well.

Throughout the next pages were just pictures of us doing everyday things, our parents or friends were constantly taking pictures of us. On the corner of some pages there would be little drawings from me that went with the pictures: little trees, flowers, hearts, water, etc.

"Those are my parents," I told Lucien, pointing to a picture of a man and woman, the man had black hair that was starting to thin out and a thick black mustache over his smiling mouth, next to him sat a woman with dirty blond almost brown hair cut short, barley passing her shoulders, she had my brown eyes and my smile, "My mom Renee," I pointed to the woman, "And my dad, Charlie," I slide my finger over to him. Lucien shifted uncomfortably and crawled onto my lap, looking at the photo.

My eyes spotted the picture of my brother's bulky form and dimple filled smile that seemed to reach his hazel eyes. His curly wet brown hair lay flat on his head, water droplets frozen in mid-air as they fell from his hair and dripped down the rest of his toned body. I smiled and laughed softly remembering the day this was taken. We were at the Edward's house in his pool, Esme, Edwards Mother, wanted to take a picture of the three of us. My brother, being the ass that he is, ducked my head in the water and pushed Edward aside. You could see my arms flaring beneath him, his hand in the water and Edward waving from behind his shoulder.

"That's Emmett," I said, my voice thick, "He's like a giant teddy bear, you'd like him."

My vision was blurred with tears, "Fuck," I cursed placing my half empty mug on the coffee table and quickly wiping away my tears. Looking at my family made me realize how much I've missed them. I wondered if they missed me too and if there still looking for me, or if they gave up by now. Lucien sat up and rested his head on my breast, looking up at me with sorrow filled eyes.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In everything that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I felt a familiar pain in my chest, like someone was continually stabbing me with a knife coated with the deadliest of poisons, slowly destroying me. It was the same pain I felt when they told me Edward wasn't going to make it, the same pain I felt when I ran away from home and the same pain I felt for months knowing Edward was really gone from my life. I gasped, clutching my chest, trying to hold myself tighter, I felt empty and alone. I wish I could see my parents again and Emmett, I knew I could, but I was scared, it's been so long and I know I caused them great pain when I left, I just couldn't bring myself to see them again. Tears ran freely down my face and landing on Lucien's head. He whimpered and pushed himself closer to me, I wrapped my arms around him as the sobs racked through my body, pushing him closer to me and burying my face in his neck, muffling my cries. I felt his warm tongue on my ear, giving me reassuring kisses.

"Bella?" Alice's worried voice whispered in the darkness, startling me.

I pulled myself away from Lucien, the fur on his neck was soaked and matted from my tears, and quickly wiped my face, hoping Alice wouldn't notice I was crying.

"Bella, its," she paused to glance over at the stove clock, "2:30 in the morning, what are you doing up?" she walked over to me, her light feet padding on the soft carpet.

I cleared my voice before I spoke, "I couldn't sleep," I simply replied, my voice a little scratchy. Alice sat on the couch next to me, staring at me with a confused expression. She slowly reached out a tucked a strand of hair behind my ear that had fallen into my eyes.

"Why are you crying?" she asked, her voice dripping with concern. Fuck.

"I um found my old photo album," I explained, "and I just got a little emotional." Well not a complete lie.

"Chiquitita, why do you torture yourself," she asked with a sigh but I could see the corners of her mouth pull up. I couldn't help but smile slightly at her nickname for me; she hasn't used it in awhile. I just shrugged, and studied the photo of Edward's parents at the bottom of the page. It was obvious were Edward got his looks from, his parents where stunning. His father was tall with perplex features, high strong check bone like Edward and dirty blond hair. He had dark brown eyes and despite his age looked incredibly young. His mother was no different; her forest green eyes always held such love as well as her warm welcoming smile. He had long wavy hair the color of caramel and light skin. Edward resembled more of his mother.

"Are those his parents?" Alice asked, leaning into me trying to get a better look. I tilted the book her way to help her out a bit.

"Yeah," I smiled, "Esme and Carlisle." Lucien put his paw on the book and pushed it down so he could see it. I thought sadly of the Cullen's, wondering how they were holding off. If they were still living in the same house or if they left like I did, not being able to bear the memories of their home. I also wondered if they still spoke with my family for they had gotten close since Edward and I started dating.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

Alice and I stayed up for a few more hours, just talking and occasionally laughing at the stories I told of Edward and me. There were time were I would just stare at a photo and stay silent as tears would trickle down my checks, but Alice and Lucien would just wait patiently, occasionally soothing me with a touch to my hand or a thump of his tail, until my moment passed. At around 5 I yawned, feeling the effects of sleep taking its toll, I turned to see Alice struggling to keep her eyelids open, but she I knew she wasn't going to win the battle and Lucien was curled up in my lap snoring softly.

"I think it's time for bed," I announced, shutting the book and setting it on the table next to my mug.

"Sounds like a plan," Alice said, bouncing up and stretching, causing many joints to pop.

I stood up, trying not to jostle Lucien too much, but he woke up anyways, his eyes alert. His gaze swept across the room quickly before he relaxed. Alice stroked Lucien's head and quickly kissed his nose, "Night buddy," she whispered, he licked her chin in response.

"Goodnight Bells," she called heading off to her room. I followed her, turning at my bedroom door and letting it click behind me. I nestled into my bed, resting Lucien on my pillow. He leaned over and licked my nose before curling back into a ball. Looking out to the window I could see the large moon through the blinds. My thoughts went to Edward, and I sighed softly,

"I'll be seeing you, in every lovely summer's day; in everything that's light and gay. I'll always think of you that way." I sang softly, before letting the darkness consume me.

LPOV

I fell asleep listening to the sound of Bella's calming voice. As my heavy eyelids closed, my vision was filled with a fascinating view of the city, its sparkling lights like colorful stars against the black sky. I was sitting in a clearing of sorts, on the top of a mountain over looking Seattle; taking a deep breath the different aromas of the forest filled my senses. I could smell the soft grass, the pine trees, the fresh water stream that I heard trickling nearby and the smell of the salty ocean down below. I closed my eyes breathing deeply once more and another scent hit me, it was a pleasant spell, different, hard to describe; Vanilla and fresh pinecones with a hint of mint.

There was a soft padding on the grass, like faint footsteps, opening my eyes I glanced behind me and smiled at the familiar face. Her long fur blew gently with the slight breeze, her head was held high and proud, her ears shot forward and her bushy tail held lazily behind her. She was a beautiful creature, the prefect breed standard, a fine Border collie; she had the softest eyes the color of chocolate, which shone brightly with the reflection of the fool moon that hovered above us. She walked silently to me, her smooth paws barley making any noise as she walked.

She sat on the grass beside me, looking upon the city while I gazed tenderly at her, "We're taking too long," I said.

"No, where taking the time we need," she spoke softly, her voice like cotton, "When the time is right we'll find each other." Stretching her long legs in front of her she laid down on the cool ground, following suit, I laid down next to her, resting my head on her neck, feeling her warm fur tickle my nose.

"I'll find you, In the morning sun," I sang in almost a whisper, "And when the night is new, I'll be looking at the moon, But I'll be seeing you."

There you go! Sorry for the long wait, last week was Shark Week and I was glued to the TV and I just got back from Ft. Myers on Monday, but I'm finally done! I was watching the Note Book last night and when the song I'll be seeing you played I started crying and thought it fit perfectly with my story(:

I didn't get as much reviews as I would've liked for the last chapter so I'm expecting more this time! I'll try to update soon but I'm going to Orlando this weekend, but if you give me a lot of reviews I may write faster ;D

Quick Story:

I wanted to put this more in the story but I didn't want too many flashbacks so I'm just going to tell you here. Bella and Edwards first date was at the movies, they watched Sweeny Todd, which in fact was my first date with my boyfriend. It's a funny story; he fell asleep after the first 20min. of the movie and would wake up randomly throughout it. It was getting to the end where Sweeney finds out that Mrs. Lovett knew about Lucy and stuff, and my boyfriend decided to wake up at the time. Sweeney and Lovett were dancing around and out of nowhere my boyfriend says "He's going to throw her in the oven." And I'm like "Shut up, you slept through the whole movie you don't know what's happening, there all happy now." Right when I finished say that what does Sweeney do? He throw's the bitch in the oven! And my boyfriends burst out laughing! I was not a happy camper.

So yea just wanted to share a funny story with you xD

Btw I would like to know what you guys think of Lucien having thoughts and what not, so let me know in a review. So no its about 4 in the morning, my dogs annoyed with me cause I'm not cuddling with her and I'm tired so I'll talk to you guys next time! Bye!

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