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Disclaimer: The following is a work of fanfiction using characters from the Twilight world, which is trademarked by Stephenie Meyer. I do not claim ownership of said characters. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Previously- “But seriously, Edward. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” he replies softly, kissing my head.
“Bella, there is something else I need to tell you, love.”
“What’s that?”
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“I’m shocked that you never asked me how I had dreamed about you when I can’t sleep”
Oh, yes, that thought did cross my mind, but I didn’t voice it, afraid of the answer, but now I am intrigued.
“I still remember the first time I dreamed about you, Bella. How could I ever forget?”
Is he talking about his human life? I suck in a breath. For how long… He has been waiting for me for a long time. I feel my eyes tear up.
He doesn’t notice this; he stares straight ahead, probably reliving the dream.
“You were so exquisite, and we were standing in this very clearing. It was a beautiful night, and you were smiling at something I had said, and then you whispered, ‘I love you.’ Bella, you have no idea what I felt that night when I woke up. I had already fallen in love with you.”
My tears fell fast; he has loved me for so long, but for how long? I hope it was just a few months or days rather. I can’t think of Edward suffering that long.
Suddenly, he laughs. I am startled, and, wiping my eyes, I ask, “What?”
“Bella, love, you were wearing a t-shirt and jeans,” he replies, chuckling. “I could understand all the aspects of that dream, except your clothing. For a long time, I couldn’t understand why you were wearing men’s clothing. The dreams continued, of course, and I started suspecting my subconscious had some kind fetish of having my woman in men’s clothing. At that time, I didn’t know I was seeing the future.” He laughs again.
I suck in another breath.
“Edward, when did you exactly have this dream?” I ask.
He replies slowly, “In 1918. “
I can’t believe he has waited almost a hundred years for me; my heart breaks for him but also fills with so much love for him that I can hardly breathe.
I give him a teary smile and reply, “How scandalous!”
He chuckles, then pulls me close and says, “Now you know how long I’ve waited for you. But, Bella, I don’t want you to feel guilty, love, because I had you with me the entire time, right here.” He takes my hand and places it on his still heart.
“That was what kept me going, you know, and the sure fact that I would meet you someday. I would wait an eternity for you, Bella.”
I become a blubbering mess at this point.
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