He Left Me...

Part 3

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This is the third chapter you've been waiting for :)

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3

Bella:

The room felt cold, as though someone had suddenly turned off the damp heat that accompanied forks summer.

I felt as though I were drowning, black water pressed down on me and I fought to breathe. I opened my eyes gasping for breath and clutching the granite arms cradling me as if I were as fragile as rare china.

I froze as my fingers made contact with his ice-cold skin.

"A dream..."

I muttered, refusing to look at the hallucination that wouldn't leave me.

I looked at my shaking hands as my insane 'dream come-to-life' stroked my hair and held me in an embrace that I hoped would last forever.

I felt something tickle my ear and I finally tore my eyes away from the safety net that was ignorance.

His delicious scent engulfed me and I was stunned at the clarity of my dreaming.

My memory could never conjure up his scent to this kind of perfection; it was a foggy haze that usually accompanied the hallucinations, a shadow of the heaven I was inhaling now.

Despite myself, I leaned in closer.

My reward for insanity stopped stroking my hair and froze like a marble statue. I looked up concerned, and saw his face for the first time.

His eyes were dark, the flat black that I had never conjured up in my dreams; his eyes were meant to be topaz; the beautiful colour I had gotten used to seeing in my hallucinations.

His skin was whiter than I remembered, it gleamed in the faint sunlight that filtered through the blinds, glittering like a million diamonds and creating patterns of light on the domed ceiling; he did not smile the crooked smile of my happy memories, his face was blank; any actor would give their soul for such control of expression; he looked at me with cold intensity and I held his gaze, the flat black eyes did not blink and I felt as though he were trying to tell me something.

I didn't think as I leaned even closer towards the black holes, lost in their emptiness.

I felt him shudder as I touched his granite lips with mine and my reality crashed and burned in the fire of my passion.

He kissed me back, with such longing and pain it was as though flames licked the walls of the small room.

My hands were in his hair and his were on my face, tracing my cheekbones and rubbing away the tears that fell and shimmered like crystals as the weak light bounced off them.

"My Bella... My beautiful Bella..."

I felt the hole in my chest rip open completely at that moment; Jacob's loose ties of adoration and safety fell from me, and Edwards long awaited words of love sealed the wound tight as though it had never been, the piece of my heart back in its rightful place; locked in my arms.

I pulled back from the kiss to catch my breath. I had stopped breathing again. He did not chuckle as he usually would when this happened. My vision simply looked at me intently before carefully taking my face between his long pale hands and staring into my eyes.

"I love you."

It was then the reality of it all crashed down on me

He. Did. Not. Love. Me.