He was just smiling at me. That was all. And to the dream-me, I felt like the clouds should be opening up, light shining through and everything, to take this beautiful, sparkling creature away from me. But, luckily enough for me, he stayed right where he was.

"Bella, my love." He honey voice flowed smoothly. He moved towards me, taking me in his arms.

I just sighed. "Edward." And there I stayed in his arms, for a long time.

Then he broke the silence. "You'll have to come back, you know."

"Huh?" I asked. What on earth was Edward talking about?

"You don't belong there."

"Belong where?"

"You don't belong there…" his voice was getting softer, and his body seemed to be fading away.

"Wait, Edward!" I screamed, trying to grab hold of him.

But his body was no longer there, and I was in a sea of white. Nothing around me, above me, or below me—just white.

I woke up with a gasp. I looked outside, and it was still dark. I remembered the short dream with perfect clarity. What did Edward mean by I had to "come back"? Come back to the dream with him? Yes, that must be it, I thought. Because after he said that, he had faded away; he must have known he was going. So he must have just wanted another dream with me. So I quickly closed my eyes and fell asleep.

But this dream was different.

I was in the woods, walking to nowhere in particular it seemed. It was nighttime, and the clouds were thin, for I could see traces of the moon shining through and lighting my path.

I just kept walking, as if searching for something.

Then, I heard a howl, and I was running. Dodging trees, scratching my skin in the process. I didn't care; I just needed to follow that howl. It would lead me to what I was looking for.

I came to a clearing and saw a hill, and perched atop it, was a silhouette of a wolf crying. Except this wolf was much bigger than usual. But this was what I was looking for.

Consciously, I knew wolves were dangerous and would never approach one, but the dream-me ran to him happily. I climbed the hill, and he turned to me and stared straight at me with small black eyes.

I woke again, but more confused this time. I didn't even know what to make of that dream. So I ignored it and went back to sleep. Dreamlessly this time.

I woke in the morning, more tired it seemed than when I went to sleep the night before. The Edward dream confused me, because I didn't know where I was to "come back" to. And the wolf dream confused me even more. The wolf didn't seem…wolf-ish. He was…human to me in the dream, which made no logical sense.

I would have just ignored my dreams like any rational person, but I wanted to figure them out.

Too bad it was time for school. I got out of bed and got dressed, then headed downstairs. It seemed I had taken a little longer than usual, because there was no trace of Charlie; he must have already left for work. Crap, I must be really late, I thought. So I left the house without breakfast.

Now, I wasn't sure about this whole Edward-is-my-school-boyfriend. I kind of, really liked Jake a lot. And Edward was confusing me; I didn't forget about the voice yesterday. So, I decided to leave Edward alone, and just have Jacob be my boyfriend at school. And he was actually real.

As I slammed the door to my truck, I heard a hiss. I figured it must just be my engine, so I dismissed it and headed into school.

I sat down in homeroom, just missing being late. Mike instantly turned to me and asked, "What's up, Bella?"

"Hi, Mike. Um, well, I have exciting news. I, er, have a boyfriend."

"Have—you have—a boy—boyfriend? Really?" he gulped.

"Yeah," I said slowly, "His name is Jacob."

"C-cool," he was stuttering, "Do I know h-him?"

"No, he goes to school on the reservation, in La Push."

"Oh," was what Mike left our conversation at.

I had the feeling Mike wasn't too comfortable with me having a boyfriend.

By lunchtime, all my friends knew. My girl friends crowded me and bombarded me with questions.

"How tall is he?"

"How old is he?"

"Is he a good kisser?"

"How did you guys meet?"

Finally, my good friend Angela, who was on the quieter side, spoke up, "Guys, give Bella some breathing room." But once everyone backed away, she too joined in on the never-ending questions.

The bell was my savior.

Only Mike was in my afternoon classes, and that was only gym. So thankfully, he was too focused on playing to ask me anything about Jacob. Though, it seemed he was intent on not talking to me.

I was starting to think he had a problem with me.

So after gym, while we were waiting for the end-of-the-day bell to ring, I asked him.

"Hey, Mike? Do you, er, have a problem with me dating Jacob?"

He just sighed and kept staring ahead. Then he turned to me. "Bella…this is weird for me to—"

But the bell cut him off.

"Meet me at my car." He said.

He was already at his car when I got outside. When I reached him, I just stared, waiting for him to finish what he had begun saying after gym.

He took a big breath and continued. "This is weird telling you. Especially after what you told me today. And its completely inappropriate, and this Jacob of yours will probably come find me and kill me—,"

"Mike, spit it out."

"I like you, Bella, a lot."

I had half-expected this, but I didn't know what to say.

"Mike…well, you know I have a boyfriend now."

"Which is why I didn't want to tell you. Especially today." He was staring at the ground. The parking lot was almost empty.

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

He hesitated. "Probably not."

I just sighed. How did he ever expect things to happen if he wasn't planning on telling me? "I'm sorry, Mike." I hugged him quickly, and turned to go to my car.

When I turned on my car, there was another hiss. I was going to have to get that looked at.

But as I pulled up to my house, and began walking up my steps, I heard a whisper, then the voice again.

"Bella."

I tried to respond quickly, before the voice, wherever it was coming from, faded. "Edward?"

"Yes?"

"It is you! Where are you?"

No answer. I probably looked like a freak, talking to nobody in the middle of my driveway.

I needed to talk to him, so I asked him the most important thing. "I didn't understand my dreams last night. What did you mean?"

"You belong with me."

"But—but you're not even real Edward!" I screamed. He was beginning to get annoying, because he was so confusing.

"Yes, I am," was all Edward said.

I was ecstatic, but I wanted proof. "Then show yourself."

No answer, and no proof from Edward.

I was beginning to think that I was hallucinating.

I began walking back up the steps when he spoke one last time. "The second dream was about Jacob." And I could tell he was gone, like the frequency of him went away.

But what he said made no sense. How could that second dream have been about Jacob? Jacob wasn't in my dream.

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"You're not trying hard enough, Edward," said Alice, hovering over Edward's shoulder impatiently.

"What else can I do? I've been talking to her and telling her memories. And you know I've been interfering with her dreams as much as I can; she still isn't realizing what's going on." Edward said, clearly frustrated.

Edward and Alice were leaning over a wrought-iron bed with golden comforter in Edward's room. They had bought it to keep the body lying in the bed comfortable, and at the place that would probably jog her memories the most.

"Even Carlisle can't think of what else to do," Edward whispered, as if in defeat. "Alice, why can't you see anything?" he asked then in desperation.

"I don't know!" she cried, also in frustration. "I keep trying to see a way around her that will help, but I can't find one. I've tried Renée, Charlie, our whole family, even the Volturi. There's got to be more we can do."

Just then, Edward had an idea. "Jasper. Do you think he could help? Help her remember emotions?"

Alice giggled. "And what emotions would that be?" she asked, teasing.

Edward didn't smile "The ones she feels when she's around me."

"Well, she's around you now and isn't feeling a thing." A voice came from the threshold to Edward's room. Rosalie. "You took her ice skating—a sweet gesture really. Except the klutz slipped and landed herself in a coma."

"You're not helping, Rosalie." Alice said smoothly, from her trance in the corner.

"Hell, she might be. She was never nice to Bella in the first place. So maybe her usual narcissism would help Bella's memories." Edward said bitterly, still looking over Bella, checking her pulse.

"She's just a human. They fall into comas all the time. Just put her in the hospital and forget about her."

Edward glared at her, teeth bared. "Get out!" he snarled.

Rosalie rolled her eyes and left.

Edward turned back to Bella and whispered, "I could never forget about you."