That night after they came back was so wonderful yet so terrible.
Wonderful: Edward was back and alive. Now, I could see him again.
Terrible: He didn't remember me at all. He was married to someone else.
I listened to them murmuring to each other and the occasional laugh from that girl. She didn't seem to be comfortable with the fact that they were spending the night at a place where neither of them recognized.
I couldn't rest. Of course I couldn't sleep, but normally I could shut my mind down and relax. Tonight I couldn't.
When I finally forced my self to silence, there was a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" I groaned.
"Bella? Can I come in?"
It was Edward.
"Sure." I tried to stay calm. The door creaked open, and he walked in. He was frowning like something was bothering him.
"Hey, do you mind if I sit down?" He asked. I nodded yes, and he sat at the edge of the bed. He sighed.
Every muscle in my body tensed. "Hey." I said.
"So, we were... married?" He stumbled over the word.
I nodded. "Yeah."
"And then I died."
"We thought, yeah."
It was an awkward silence. I wanted to break it, but I didn't know what would be right to say.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"For what?"
"For... getting married again. I didn't know, there wasn't any ring on my finger."
"There wasn't?" I asked, curious. "I don't know why."
"Well, there wasn't, so... yeah. Okay."
"What do you want?" I said, trying to make it sound kind. I couldn't handle him being here, not knowing me. It was almost as bad as him being dead.
"I don't want to be a jerk." He said. "It's just, I can't leave Katherine. But I did want to know, well, a story. Anything that happened to us."
"Oh." I said stubbornly. "Okay."
I racked my brain for a decent story that doesn't end up with me nearly dying. Truthfully? There wasn't any that were interesting. I guess I would just have to tell him a near death story.
"Well, there was this one vampire clan. Victoria, Laurent and James." I told him that story and he listened intently.
When I was done, he got up. He leaned forward, then back, and forward again. He stuck with a hug. I wanted it to last forever, but all good things must come to an end. Including our marriage.
When he was out the door, I plopped my head against the pillow.
I didn't know if I wanted to live another second.
