“That depends.” Edward’s smile was still hard. “If you’re referring to us nearly being massacred in Italy, then, yes.”
“How strange,” I mused. “I really went to Italy. Did you know I’d never been farther east than Albuquerque?”
He rolled his eyes. “Maybe you should go back to sleep. You’re not coherent.”
“I’m not tired anymore.” It was all coming clear now. “What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?”
“It’s just after one in the morning. So, about fourteen hours.”
I stretched as he spoke. I was so stiff.
“Charlie?” I asked.
Edward frowned. “Sleeping. You should probably know that I’m breaking the rules right now. Well, not technically, since he said I was never to walk through his door again, and I came in the window....But, still, the intent was clear.”
“Charlie banned you from the house?” I asked, disbelief quickly melting into fury.
His eyes were sad. “Did you expect anything else?”
My eyes were mad. I was going to have a few words with my father—perhaps it would be a good time to remind him that I was over the legal age of adulthood. It didn’t matter so much, of course, except in principle. All too soon there would be no reason for the prohibition. I turned my thoughts to less painful avenues.
“What’s the story?” I asked, genuinely curious, but also trying desperately to keep the conversation casual, to keep a firm grip on myself, so I wouldn’t scare him away with the frantic, gnawing craving that was raging inside me.
“What do you mean?”
“What am I telling Charlie? What’s my excuse for disappearing for...how long was I gone, anyway?” I tried to count the hours in my head.
“Just three days.” His eyes tightened, but he smiled more naturally this time. “Actually, I was hoping you might have a good explanation. I’ve got nothing.”
I groaned. “Fabulous.”
“Well, maybe Alice will come up with something,” he offered, trying to comfort me.
And I was comforted. Who cared what I had to deal with later? Every second that he was here—so close, his flawless face glowing in the dim light from the numbers on my alarm clock—was precious and not to be wasted.
“So,” I began, picking the least important—though still vitally interesting—question to start with. I was safely delivered home, and he might decide to leave at any moment. I had to keep him talking. Besides, this temporary heaven wasn’t entirely complete without the sound of his voice. “What have you been doing, up until three days ago?”
His face turned wary in an instant. “Nothing terribly exciting.”
“Of course not,” I mumbled.
“Why are you making that face?”
“Well . . .” I pursed my lips, considering. “If you were, after all, just a dream, that’s exactly the kind of thing you would say. My imagination must be used up.”
He sighed. “If I tell you, will you finally believe that you’re not having a nightmare?”
“Nightmare!” I repeated scornfully. He waited for my answer. “Maybe,” I said after a second of thought. “If you tell me.”
“I was...hunting.”
“Is that the best you can do?” I criticized. “That definitely doesn’t prove I’m awake.”
He hesitated, and then spoke slowly, choosing his words with care. “I wasn’t hunting for food...I was actually trying my hand at...tracking. I’m not very good at it.”
“What were you tracking?” I asked, intrigued.
“Nothing of consequence.” His words didn’t match his expression; he looked upset, uncomfortable.
“I don’t understand.”
He hesitated; his face, shining with an odd green cast from the light of the clock, was torn.
“I—” He took a deep breath. “I owe you an apology. No, of course I owe you much, much more than that. But you have to know”—the words began to flow so fast, the way I remembered he spoke sometimes when he was agitated, that I really had to concentrate to catch them all—“that I had no idea. I didn’t realize the mess I was leaving behind. I thought it was safe for you here. So safe. I had no idea that Victoria”—his lips curled back when he said the name—“would come back. I’ll admit, when I saw her that one time, I was paying much more attention to James’s thoughts. But I just didn’t see that she had this kind of response in her. That she even had such a tie to him. I think I realize why now—she was so sure of him, the thought of him failing never occurred to her. It was her overconfidence that clouded her feelings about him—that kept me from seeing the depth of them, the bond there.
“Not that there’s any excuse for what I left you to face. When I heard what you told Alice—what she saw herself—when I realized that you had to put your life in the hands of werewolves, immature, volatile, the worst thing out there besides Victoria herself”—he shuddered and the gush of words halted for a short second. “Please know that I had no idea of any of this. I feel sick, sick to my core, even now, when I can see and feel you safe in my arms. I am the most miserable excuse for—”
“Stop,” I interrupted him. He stared at me with agonized eyes, and I tried to find the right words—the words that would free him from this imagined obligation that caused him so much pain. They were very hard words to say. I didn’t know if I could get them out without breaking down. But I had to try to do it right. I didn’t want to be a source of guilt and anguish in his life. He should be happy, no matter what it cost me.
I’d really been hoping to put off this part of our last conversation. It was going to bring things to an end so much sooner.
Drawing on all my months of practice with trying to be normal for Charlie, I kept my face smooth.
“Edward,” I said. His name burned my throat a little on the way out. I could feel the ghost of the hole, waiting to rip itself wide again as soon as he disappeared. I didn’t quite see how I was going to survive it this time. “This has to stop now. You can’t think about things that way. You can’t let this...this guilt...rule your life. You can’t take responsibility for the things that happen to me here. None of it is your fault, it’s just part of how life is for me. So, if I trip in front of a bus or whatever it is next time, you have to realize that it’s not your job to take the blame. You can’t just go running off to Italy because you feel bad that you didn’t save me. Even if I had jumped off that cliff to die, that would have been my choice, and not your fault. I know it’s your...your nature to shoulder the blame for everything, but you really can’t let that make you go to such extremes! It’s very irresponsible—think of Esme and Carlisle and—”
I was on the edge of losing it. I stopped to take a deep breath, hoping to calm myself. I had to set him free. I had to make sure this never happened again.
“Isabella Marie Swan,” he whispered, the strangest expression crossing his face. He almost looked mad. “Do you believe that I asked the Volturi to kill me because I felt guilty?”
I could feel the blank incomprehension on my face. “Didn’t you?”
“Feel guilty? Intensely so. More than you can comprehend.”
“Then...what are you saying? I don’t understand.”
“Bella, I went to the Volturi because I thought you were dead,” he said, voice soft, eyes fierce. “Even if I’d had no hand in your death”—he shuddered as he whispered the last word—“even if it wasn’t my fault, I would have gone to Italy. Obviously, I should have been more careful—I should have spoken to Alice directly, rather than accepting it secondhand from Rosalie. But, really, what was I supposed to think when the boy said Charlie was at the funeral? What are the odds?
“The odds...,” he muttered then, distracted. His voice was so low I wasn’t sure I heard it right. “The odds are always stacked against us. Mistake after mistake. I’ll never criticize Romeo again.”
“But I still don’t understand,” I said. “That’s my whole point. So what?”
“Excuse me?”
He stared at me dubiously for a long moment before answering. “Don’t you remember anything I told you before?”
“I remember everything that you told me.” Including the words that had negated all the rest.
He brushed the tip of his cool finger against my lower lip. “Bella, you seem to be under a misapprehension.” He closed his eyes, shaking his head back and forth with half a smile on his beautiful face. It wasn’t a happy smile. “I thought I’d explained it clearly before. Bella, I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist.”
“I am . . .” My head swam as I looked for the appropriate word. “Confused.” That worked. I couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.
He stared deep into my eyes with his sincere, earnest gaze. “I’m a good liar, Bella, I have to be.”
I froze, my muscles locking down as if for impact. The fault line in my chest rippled; the pain of it took my breath away.
He shook my shoulder, trying to loosen my rigid pose. “Let me finish! I’m a good liar, but still, for you to believe me so quickly.” He winced. “That was...excruciating.”
I waited, still frozen.
“When we were in the forest, when I was telling you goodbye—”
I didn’t allow myself to remember. I fought to keep myself in the present second only.
“You weren’t going to let go,” he whispered. “I could see that. I didn’t want to do it—it felt like it would kill me to do it—but I knew that if I couldn’t convince you that I didn’t love you anymore, it would just take you that much longer to get on with your life. I hoped that, if you thought I’d moved on, so would you.”
“A clean break,” I whispered through unmoving lips.
“Exactly. But I never imagined it would be so easy to do! I thought it would be next to impossible—that you would be so sure of the truth that I would have to lie through my teeth for hours to even plant the seed of doubt in your head. I lied, and I’m so sorry—sorry because I hurt you, sorry because it was a worthless effort. Sorry that I couldn’t protect you from what I am. I lied to save you, and it didn’t work. I’m sorry.
“But how could you believe me? After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?”
I didn’t answer. I was too shocked to form a rational response.
“I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!”
I was still frozen. His words were incomprehensible, because they were impossible.
He shook my shoulder again, not hard, but enough that my teeth rattled a little.
“Bella,” he sighed. “Really, what were you thinking!”
And so I started to cry. The tears welled up and then gushed miserably down my cheeks.
“I knew it,” I sobbed. “I knew I was dreaming.”
“You’re impossible,” he said, and he laughed once—a hard laugh, frustrated. “How can I put this so that you’ll believe me? You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.”
I shook my head while the tears continued to ooze from the corners of my eyes.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” he whispered, his face paler than his usual pale—I could see that even in the dim light. “Why can you believe the lie, but not the truth?”
“It never made sense for you to love me,” I explained, my voice breaking twice. “I always knew that.”
His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened.
“I’ll prove you’re awake,” he promised.
He caught my face securely between his iron hands,ignoring my struggles when I tried to turn my head away.
“Please don’t,” I whispered.
He stopped, his lips just half an inch from mine.
“Why not?” he demanded. His breath blew into my face, making my head whirl.
“When I wake up”—He opened his mouth to protest, so I revised—“okay, forget that one—when you leave again, it’s going to be hard enough without this, too.”
He pulled back an inch, to stare at my face.
“Yesterday, when I would touch you, you were so...hesitant, so careful, and yet still the same. I need to know why. Is it because I’m too late? Because I’ve hurt you too much? Because you have moved on, as I meant for you to? That would be...quite fair. I won’t contest your decision. So don’t try to spare my feelings, please—just tell me now whether or not you can still love me, after everything I’ve done to you. Can you?” he whispered.
“What kind of an idiotic question is that?”
“Just answer it. Please.”
I stared at him darkly for a long moment. “The way I feel about you will never change. Of course I love you—and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn’t fight him. Not because he was so many thousand times stronger than me, but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met. This kiss was not quite as careful as others I remembered, which suited me just fine. If I was going to rip myself up further, I might as well get as much in trade as possible.
So I kissed him back, my heart pounding out a jagged, disjointed rhythm while my breathing turned to panting and my fingers moved greedily to his face. I could feel his marble body against every line of mine, and I was so glad he hadn’t listened to me—there was no pain in the world that would have justified missing this. His hands memorized my face, the same way mine were tracing his, and, in the brief seconds when his lips were free, he whispered my name.
When I was starting to get dizzy, he pulled away, only to lay his ear against my heart.
I lay there, dazed, waiting for my gasping to slow and quiet.
“By the way,” he said in a casual tone. “I’m not leaving you.”
I didn’t say anything, and he seemed to hear skepticism in my silence.
He lifted his face to lock my gaze in his. “I’m not going anywhere. Not without you,” he added more seriously. “I only left you in the first place because I wanted you to have a chance at a normal, happy, human life. I could see what I was doing to you—keeping you constantly on the edge of danger, taking you away from the world you belonged in, risking your life every moment I was with you. So I had to try. I had to do something, and it seemed like leaving was the only way. If I hadn’t thought you would be better off, I could have never made myself leave. I’m much too selfish. Only you could be more important than what I wanted...what I needed. What I want and need is to be with you, and I know I’ll never be strong enough to leave again. I have too many excuses to stay—thank heaven for that! It seems you can’t be safe, no matter how many miles I put between us.”
“Don’t promise me anything,” I whispered. If I let myself hope, and it came to nothing...that would kill me. Where all those merciless vampires had not been able to finish me off, hope would do the job.
Anger glinted metallic in his black eyes. “You think I’m lying to you now?”
“No—not lying.” I shook my head, trying to think it through coherently. To examine the hypothesis that he did love me, while staying objective, clinical, so I wouldn’t fall into the trap of hoping. “You could mean it...now. But what about tomorrow, when you think about all the reasons you left in the first place? Or next month, when Jasper takes a snap at me?”
He flinched.
I thought back over those last days of my life before he left me, tried to see them through the filter of what he was telling me now. From that perspective, imagining that he’d left me while loving me, left me for me, his brooding and cold silences took on a different meaning. “It isn’
t as if you hadn’t thought the first decision through, is it?” I guessed. “You’ll end up doing what you think is right.”
“I’m not as strong as you give me credit for,” he said. “Right and wrong have ceased to mean much to me; I was coming back anyway. Before Rosalie told me the news, I was already past trying to live through one week at a time, or even one day. I was fighting to make it through a single hour. It was only a matter of time—and not much of it—before I showed up at your window and begged you to take me back. I’d be happy to beg now, if you’d like that.”
I grimaced. “Be serious, please.”
“Oh, I am,” he insisted, glaring now. “Will you please try to hear what I’m telling you? Will you let me attempt to explain what you mean to me?”
He waited, studying my face as he spoke to make sure I was really listening.
“Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason....And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.”
I wanted to believe him. But this was my life without him that he was describing, not the other way around.
“Your eyes will adjust,” I mumbled.
“That’s just the problem—they can’t.”
“What about your distractions?”
He laughed without a trace of humor. “Just part of the lie, love. There was no distraction from the...the agony. My heart hasn’t beat in almost ninety years, but this was different. It was like my heart was gone—like I was hollow. Like I’d left everything that was inside me here with you.”
“That’s funny,” I muttered.
He arched one perfect eyebrow. “Funny?”
“I meant strange—I thought it was just me. Lots of pieces of me went missing, too. I haven’t been able to really breathe in so long.” I filled my lungs, luxuriating in the sensation. “And my heart. That was definitely lost.”
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