The past two weeks were quite difficult for me. One of my closest friends from this fandom passed away from a car accident. Rox...or as I knew her Ms Chocoholic...I still remember the first time I got a message from you. You were one of my regular readers and your comments and reviews always made me smile. I was so happy to be your beta...but in many ways I had felt I was not not doing a good job of it (forgive me, I know I was terrible). But you had always been supportive and when I pictured you I always saw a smiling teenager. I had always felt close to you because you were in many ways similar to me. Be it that we were both Indian or that we were close in age...I always believed we will one day run into each other in some or other busy street in some part of India...but knowing that it will never happen now feels unsettling. The last time we spoke, you gave me a prompt...I turned it down since I was too busy. But now I feel I need to write it...at least to remember you. So Roxanne I will try for your sake, but you have to be patient with me...I will try to put into words the story of the dream-catcher I was obsessed with. I just wish you were here to read it...but I hope that where ever you are, you are happy and that you have found peace. Rest well my friend...I know you will be missed.

BPOV

We were in the meadow. It was a starry night, and lying in the grass looking up at the skies, I could almost pretend that everything was perfect. I closed my eyes and envisioned it, the sweet and shy Isabella Swan, a normal girl meeting Edward Cullen, the resident bad boy of the town. They fall in love...she brings out the good in him and they live happily ever after. It felt like a cliche romance story. Except our story was no cliche...this was the story of a broken and dead girl and a tortured man. This will have no happy endings...at least not for the girl. I still ad hope for Edward.

"What are you thinking?" He asked.

"You. Me. Us." I replied, my eyes still on the sky. He was sitting cross legged next to my feet. I could feel his eyes on me. But I refused to look back. I didn't want to see the pity or pain I evoked in him.

"Look at me," he said. But I refused.

"I need you to look at my face, Angel. We need to talk," he said again.

"Stop calling me that...I am not some kind of angel like you think," I said at last looking at him.

"You are...to me. And there is nothing you can do which will change that," he said, his expression firm.

"Edward, why don't you understand that I am not some broken toy you can put back together," I said.

He took a deep breath, "To me you are not a broken toy...I made that clear to you. I like you. You said you will try," he said.

"I-I don't know how," I replied, my mind coming up with scenario after scenario where it does not work out.

"I am not asking for anything Angel, sitting here like this with you...that's enough for me. Your presence alone makes me happy, I would never ask you to do something which you are not comfortable with...as I said earlier, if you don't want it I won't even touch you," he said.

"But for how long? You may believe this now...but what about when you get bored. I can never be enough...," I said.

"Stop right there...you are more than enough," he said, edging closer towards me and cautiously taking my hand in his. I slowly sat up, getting closer to him in the process.

He looked so earnest. I wanted to believe his words so badly. But my past, it would never leave me alone. Even now it was rearing it's ugly head..feeding my insecurities.

"Stop thinking so much Angel," He said. I slowly nodded and closed my eyes. What's the worst that could happen. I was already broken, it's not like I had anything to lose. Didn't I deserve some semblance of happiness after all I have been through?

Edward was here...offering me everything. In my own terms. Didn't I deserve a chance to be happy. There is no forever in my future, but at least for some time I will get...I selfishly wanted him by me. Till he realized the truth and left.

"Kiss me," I said to him my eyes still closed. I needed to see if this was going to work. If I could kiss him again without losing it...then maybe I could handle this.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

"Just kiss me Edward!" I said again. My heart was in my throat. My entire body in high alert. I could feel his breath fanning my face. His lips lingering against mine. Letting me prepare.

And then I felt it. The soft pressure against my lips. His tongue slowly tracing the outline of my upper lip, waiting for permission. I parted my mouth, eager to feel more. And then he was inside, his tongue exploring sensuous and slow. It was a slow burn, something igniting deep inside me. I hesitantly let my tongue explore...my fisted hands slowly coming undone and taking hold of his shirt. And then I felt his own arms snaking around my neck and waist and gasped, but not in fright.

His mouth was more insistent ant now, my desperation adding to his. I felt one of his hands in my hair, slowly tugging it...adjusting my face to suit him better. I kissed him back with abandon now..all my fears and caution in the wind for now.

It was he who broke off...I was reluctant still needing his breath. I slowly opened my eyes, and his eyes made me gasp. They were liquid green, need coursing through it...need for me. And somehow that thought didn't repulse me. The fact that he needed me instead brought a smile to my face.

"Beautiful," he whispered, tugging an errand strand of hair away from my face. My smile got bigger...his kiss still pumping through me.

"Angel...that was...," he began to speak, but I stopped him with a finger to his lips...the ones which were on mine jut moments ago.

"Kiss me again," I whispered. He looked at me for a second and then the crooked smile which I loved made it's appearance. And I was in his arms again, his lips back on mine...making me once again forget everything around except him. This might have just become my favorite thing in the world!