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I made my way back to Edward and planted myself by his side again. His angelic face hasn't changed a tiny bit but somehow he seemed so gone and withered. I wondered if he could hear me if I spoke to him.

"Edward, please get up." I laid my head on his stone chest and closed my eyes.

A week later...

I forced his mouth open, poured in the last of the blood, and hit his chest so he could swallow it. Nothing changed since last week. He still laid there motionless as if he was in a coma. I rarely ever left his side. I only left to do necessary things such as shower and hunt. Even then, I can't stop thinking of him.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, there's a tiny voice that told me there is a possibility that he may never wake up but I refused to accept that. He would be fine. Edward was so full of life even as a vampire and seeing him just so still killed me inside. With each day that passes, a part of me dies a little more. I wish I could hear his voice again, listen to him play the piano, even hum my lullaby. I missed his penetrating eyes and his breath-taking crooked smile.

I opened his mouth to check if he swallowed it all before getting up to put the bowl away. Esme saw me and smiled at me but it never touched her eyes. She was the only one at home with me, the others went to school and Carlisle went to the hospital. Henry was on another trip and would be back tomorrow.

I felt a pang of jealousy towards Elizabeth. She was sure that her love would be back and once again be in his arms. I was sure a week ago, but my hopes are dying with each day that goes by.

I rinsed the bowl and placed it back into the cupboard. I rushed back to Edward with the tiniest hope that he would be sitting up when I got there and everything would be just fine. I don't know why I continued to give myself hope and then see it getting crushed a second later.

Edward was still as stone when I got back and in the exact place that I had left him. Why does he continue to just lay there as if there is no one here waiting for him to get up?

I remembered that Carlisle had warned me that the longer he stayed in this sleep, the harder it was to wake up. Everyday it got harder for him to swallow the blood I poured into his mouth. Once a day, he would let out a few breaths but since yesterday he hasn't let out one. I hated feeling so helpless. I wanted to do something to help him but I didn't know what.

I sat down on the floor next to him and kissed his cheek lightly. When I pulled away he suddenly gasped loudly and sounded like he was having an asthma attack. His eyes never opened but he writhed and twisted violently. I sprung up and grabbed both of his arms and pinned him down with all my might.

"Esme! Call Carlisle!" I yelled franticly. Esme ran to the phone and dialed the number at lightning speed. What was happening to him?

He was much stronger than me and his struggling was hard to control. I fought to make him stay still through his screaming and growling. I was running out of strength and endurance and couldn't hold him much longer.

"Esme!" I pleaded. She was by my side in a second and helped my hold him.

He continued to fight for a couple minutes until he settled once again in his lifeless state. I sighed and let go of his arms collapsing onto the floor. Esme sank down next to me and breathed loudly. I stared at his still figure and wondered what caused him to react so violently. Carlisle busted into the house and ran into the room.

"What happened?" He asked concerned.

"He suddenly started to twist and turn like he was having some sort of nightmare. What is happening to him?" I sobbed.

Carlisle went over to Edward and opened his eyelids with his fingers. He continued to examine him for another moment before turning back to me.

"Bella, I think he was just having a bad fantasy. I think his time is running out," he sighed.

"What do you mean is time is running out?" I stammered.

"During this whole time, he was having wonderful dreams but now they are slowly turning. If he's stays in there much longer, he'll probably get trapped in his own nightmares. We can't help him if he doesn't want to help himself," he informed. I shook my head in disbelief. "He may not have a lot of time left. I'll leave you two alone," he said wheeling Esme out of the room and outside.

My whole body had started to shake. I returned to his side and dug my face into his chest in uncontrollable sobs.

"Edward, can you hear me? Speak to me. You can't keep doing this to yourself and to your family! You have to get up."

He laid motionless as if I said nothing that really mattered. His chest suddenly began to move again and his breathing became gasps. He was doing it again. I instinctively grabbed his arms and pinned him to the couch.

"Edward! Stop doing this," I pleaded. "Please, open your eyes and look at me! You can't just leave me again. You promised me you wouldn't ever hurt me. Wake up. Is this what you call loving me? Stop being a coward and get up." He continued to twist in my grip and growling furiously at me but I swore I heard him say my name in the middle of those growls. This thought encouraged me and let me know that I may be the only one who could snap him out of this stupor.

"Edward, listen to me! If you love me you won't leave me again. Wake up! You promised you wouldn't cause me anymore pain but you are by doing this to yourself. I love you and I want you to get up. How am I supposed to forgive you if you lay here for the rest of your life. Edward, please get up!" He stopped moving instantly but never opened his eyes. I sobbed and placed my head on his chest and let go of his arms.

I began to pull my arms away to sweep my hair out of my face but something held it in place. I snapped my head up to look at my arm and gasped. A muscular pale hand held mine and gripped it hard but never hurting me.

"What did you say?" he asked almost inaudible.

"Edward, please get up?" I answered avoiding his eyes and trying to pull my arm away. He wouldn't have that, he refused to let me move an inch.

"Before that."

"You can't leave me again?" He growled in frustration and moved his free hand to push my chin up.

"I thought you said you loved me and that you would forgive me if I woke up." His eyes burned into mine. I almost forgot how beautiful they were.

"You had me scared to death," I accused attempting to change the subject. He sat up suddenly and pulled me to him crushing our bodies together.

"You truly are an angel. Without you, I don't think I could face this world again," he whispered into my shoulder.

"I'm no angel," I replied. I was the cause of his pain and the cause of every problem lately, how could I be his angel if I brought him nothing but sadness?

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