After all, it really didn't matter if I left, because Bella could never  see me the way I wished she would. Never see me as someone worthy of love.

Never.

Could a dead, frozen heart break? It felt like mine would.

"Edward," Bella said.

I froze, staring at her unopened eyes.

Had she woken, caught me here? She looked asleep, yet her voice had been so clear...

She sighed a quiet sigh, and then moved restlessly again, rolling to her side - still fast asleep and dreaming.

"Edward," she mumbled softly.

She was dreaming of me.

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.

"Stay," she sighed. "Don't go. Please... don't go."

She was dreaming of me, and it wasn't even a nightmare.

She wanted me to stay with her, there in her dream.

I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded trough me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them.

For a long moment, I drowned in them.

When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.