After all, it really didn't matter if I left,
becasue Bella could never see me the way I wished she would.
Never see me as someone worthly 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 softely.
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 through 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.
My life was un unending, unchanging midnight.
It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me.
So how was it possible that the sun was rising now,
in the middle of my midnight?
-Midnight Sun
