Previously:
A fire erupted in his neck and he did just one thing before he passed out from the pain. His eyes wandered from Lucas, to the chains, to Thomas before saying the four words that had previously completed his existence.
"I love you, Bella."
I stood there, spread eagle, feeling the storm. I could feel myself beginning to cry and I choked back a sob, preparing for the tears to fall. They never came. I supposed I had dried all my tear ducts out. It was just as well; I was already wet.
I could almost hear his voice, murmuring in my ear now- all the things he had told me. "Kiss the rain," he could say, whilst stroking my hand. "It came down to see you."
He would speak of the rain so highly; almost as if he was friends with it. So now I was taking his advice. And there I was, touching the rain in the middle of an emerald field. Emerald, just like his eyes.
"Kiss the rain," I whispered. I hoped that somehow the wind would hear me and carry my message to him, wherever he was. Just as I said it though, a growl of thunder rippled from the dark, ominous sky and I knew it was pointless. He would never know. So, despite my helpless mutterings, I knew that he was gone. And as much as I needed him, he wasn't there. As the sky grew darker still, and the rain soaked the grass, I held back a cry again.
"Kiss the rain, Edward. Please, for me. Kiss the rain."
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It had taken me hours to get to the emerald meadow where I had stood in the rain. Rain. It was Edward's favorite thing in the world. I could never really appreciate it. I was too mesmerized by him and the way he felt the rain to ever really feel the rain myself. I heard it's gentle pitter patter- it was a pitter patter to remind me that it was still there. It seemed to always ask me if I felt it or not. I would somehow forget to answer it. Because the thing was, I was too infatuated with Edward. He was my whole world. The purpose of my life. He made me whole and complete. Without him, it felt empty. It felt as if someone had taken my mind and all that was left was emptiness. I couldn't function without my Edward. He was my eyes, my ears, my heart. I didn't know what to do without him.
The rain slowly subsided and I found myself laying on the soaked grass, drenched in rain. I was vaguely aware of the shivers that racked my body. All I could do was try and think without him. All I could do was try to be independent. It was pitch black and my ears made out the reassuring sounds of crickets chirping. I figured it was late; very late. Probably a bit past midnight. I sobbed once more, wanting the tears to come out. Please. Just one tear. They never came.
I drifted to sleep, my mind vacant. After all, it's hard to think when you are empty.
Edward's eyes shot open and darted around the room. The first thing he heard was a buzzing noise. It was a very low buzzing noise, sounding as if he were in a room with a lot of muffled voices. He glanced around again, trying to spot the noise. His eyes met a dark dungeon, different from the last one he was in. If it were possible to be so, this one was even more dark and desolate. He noticed that he had no chains on and he stood up to pace.
"Where is that noise coming from?" He muttered, in a frustrated tone. His voice came out scratchy and rough and he swallowed again, trying to clear his dry throat. He suddenly had a severe urge to drink something. He was thirsty, very thirsty. His throat burned like he hadn't had a sip of liquid in years.
A chuckle softly emitted from the corner of the room. A shadow was standing there, peering intensely at Edward, a fascinated look on his chalky face.
Edward gulped and stared at the figure who was now leering at him.
"Hello, John," the figure said to him.
"Who-who are you?" Edward asked, hesitantly.
"I'm Thomas. It's very nice to meet you. And you are-?" Thomas trailed off, smirking.
Edward looked at the ground trying to remember. "I'm...J-John...?"
"Yes," Thomas replied, smugly. "Yes, you are. And Bella? Do you remember her?" He tested him, carefully staring into Edward's blood red eyes for any flicker of remembrance.
Edward looked at the ground again for help. The dirt ground told him nothing and Edward looked up again, pitifully. Because not only did he forget his name, but he had forgotten his entire existence, including his past lover. His Bella.
AN: I just wanted to say a little note to apologize for updating so late. Thanks again for those who read it. Even if you don't review, I still enjoy when people read my work. But reviews do make my day. No kidding. Thanks for reading! Sorry it was a bit short.
