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When all is lost, what is there to hope for? This is a twist two years after Edward leaves. What happens when a new guy arrives in Forks, a guy that makes Edward return?
“No! You have him mistaken for someone else, you...have...to...” My words felt foreign to me, as did my slumping body that melted into nothingness behind me. I felt my body hit hard as I fell, not able to stand upright. I couldn't describe my pain, my shock, my disbelief, nothing felt right, as if the whole world was off its orbit. I looked up to the stars and found none, nothing but a black mass of emptiness. My ears felt muffled as a strange shadowed figure came into view, his lips moving as if he were speaking, but I couldn't hear him.
“Ms. Swan, Bella, can you hear me?”
An alien...he didn't look quite right to me. Nothing looked right. I couldn't form words, even in my own head. Why is he looking at me like that, his eyes bulged, his mouth moving so fast that he carelessly spit as he spoke.
“Bella, breathe, you have to breathe for me. Everything will be alright, just breathe.”
“Officer Platt, maybe we should call the ambulance. She's taken it pretty hard.”
The lights were so bright that it hurt my eyes. I wanted to cover my eyes, but I couldn't perform that simple task because I couldn't feel my arms or anything else for that matter. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I feel anything? I was beginning to lose focus of the pretty lights. Where was my dad? Why wasn't he here to help me? Surely he must have heard something was wrong with my limbs. Did I get hit by a car or something? It wouldn't be the first time, I suppose. I could barely hear the voices around me, and I tried my best to listen to them so I could find out what had happened to me.
“Oh no…! You shouldn't have told her like this, not after that family just dumped her the way they did. You should have had Billy Black come to tell her,” Adele, Bella's neighbor, scoffed the officer.
“We are to tell the next of kin, ma’am. There isn't anything else we could have done in this situation,” Officer Platt countered.
“Charlie was all she had left here. That poor girl, you should let her boss know that she won't be in for a while. How is she supposed to handle the details of the funeral all by her lonesome?”
No, no, no, it can't be… Char…Dad is...gone?… Funeral? If I couldn't feel anything before, I sure couldn't now, except for a piercing scream which I couldn't quite place.
“Adele! See what you’ve gone and done? You shouldn't have said anything so close to her. Ouch, she has some lungs on her,” Officer Platt almost screamed out.
“I'm going to give her a sedative and then we'll take her in.”
“He was a good cop, Arlene, and this was his only child, so take good care of her. Geez, she's gonna need a lot of support. We should round everyone up and help with the arrangements. I don't think Bella is going to be in any shape to handle this much or at all,” Officer Platt suggested to the rest of the officers.
“Well, I'll get a hold of the Blacks and let them know, and I will get a hold of others that can help. That poor girl lost everyone she cared about. I wouldn't be surprised if she loses her mind after this,” Adele almost said to herself as she walked away with curlers and a pink long ruffled nightgown on.
My head was spinning, darkness invaded my brain. I couldn't feel, couldn't stay coherent enough to hear anything, and the pretty lights were fading fast. What was happening? Why did I feel so lost, so alone, so...desperate to let it all end right here and now? The lights dimmed out like the wind blowing out a candle. The lights were the only thing keeping me at the surface and at one point I wanted to stay at that surface, but now, for some odd reason, I couldn't exactly say why, but now I welcomed the darkness. It was home to me for so long inside, now it felt right to allow it to consume me on the outside as well. Ceasing to exist, lingering in the dark, never to feel the pain, the loss, the utter desperation that I felt every single day.
Bella, just let it all go. Just disappear, and you will not feel anything anymore.
I could swear that was my voice bouncing off of something, yet I didn't mutter a word of it. I never contemplated suicide, it really never crossed my mind, but whatever had happened to me or was happening to me, I knew it wasn't suicide. I was sure it was death coming, creeping up on me slowly. Even though I should have been afraid of it, I wasn't. It had become my closest kin and I embraced it with open arms. No matter how death found me now, it was here and I wasn't going to shy away from it. What was the point really? Somehow I knew I had lost everyone deep down in my bones, so why should I fear the ultimate ending?
I relaxed my mind and hoped for the best in the next life, if there was one. I wondered if I would see that bright tunnel of light from near-death experiences that others have talked about. I didn't belong in hell, that I was sure of, so I was truly hoping not to feel the depths of hell's burning flames crawling up my feet to engulf me. So I waited, I waited for something to happen, and it took forever to happen to be honest, but finally the bright light came. Only glimpses of it came in between the darkness. It played its own game back and forth for a while. It confused me. Wait...was this a sign telling me that I was in limbo? Even in death nothing could go right, why am I not surprised?
“Bella, are you back?”
A voice... I heard a voice! Was it a long lost family member that perished some time ago? I wondered on that idea at first, until I took in the words that voice spoke. Am I back? What did that mean? Had I been here before in another life or something? The statement begged me to ask for the answer, and so I did, or tried really, but my throat constricted against me and left me little to work with, but I tried a little harder, and finally I said “Back?” That was all I could muster. My throat screamed in agony for relief, for...water? That threw me off. Why would I need the water, why would I be thirsty? I was dead after all, right?
“Bella, open your eyes for me please. It will be alright, sweetie. We'll take care of you.”
I couldn't really explain what was happening now, but I had this sneaking suspicion that maybe I hadn't died. I could feel my body, I could smell a distinct aroma of rubbing alcohol, and I could most certainly feel the woman that spoke to me touching my arm, patting if you will. As she asked, I slowly opened my eyes and I was blasted with the bright light above me. Then the woman came into view with her blue button-up nurse shirt that was covered with clouds. Her smile saddened me and I couldn't figure out why.
“There you are, sweetie. We have been waiting a while for you to come around. Did you know you have been out of it for almost a week? They were worried that your comatose state would stick its ugly face around longer than it has, but I knew you would come around sooner. You're a strong young woman, Bella. Charlie would be proud of you...”
“Would be?” Why did she say that? I was confused.
“Oh no, I’ve gone and said too much. Please forgive me, Bella. I-I will go and get someone for you. I'm so sorry...” she spat out, covering her mouth in disgust as she walked away quickly, not giving me any time to ask her again what she meant. It didn't take long to come to terms that I was still alive as I sat there in the hospital room alone, and it didn't take me much longer to pick apart what she had said, and I lost it.
My dad, my dad was gone. I remember now. Officer Platt caught me as I was walking to the house. He looked grim, his eyes were empty. I greeted him with a nice tone, although his expression worried me a little. I wondered what had happened. Police business, I was sure of that, and he was probably looking for Char…Dad, so I smiled hiding the worry I had and told him that my dad wasn't home, that he should be at the station, but he would have known that, right? I stopped mid-sentence, stiffening my body. I couldn't quite explain why I did that, but I knew I should have. Another officer came into view and stood behind him, and before I knew it my mouth opened and asked the question that anyone dreaded in this situation.
“What is this about officer?”
“Ms. Sw…Bella, can we go inside and talk?”
“No.” My voice was stern; it had to be, because I couldn't move from my spot if I tried. Just tell me what it is. Where is my dad? Why isn't he here? Just tell me what is wrong?” I was asking questions so fast that I swear I couldn't breathe. My chest constricted, my legs wobbly, my heart sped so fast that I felt that a race car wouldn't be able to keep the same pace, and there it was, the answer to all my questions came in the form of three words...he passed away.
My heart sunk, no, it just evaporated right there in the hospital room and I couldn't breathe again, but my tears welled up so much that I couldn't see anything anymore. Almost a week? That's how long I've been out of it the nurse said. Did I...Do I not get to say goodbye to my dad? Did they have the funeral without me?
“Oh, Bella,” I heard a voice say, but I couldn't respond. I couldn't breathe. I was trying but I couldn't.
“Thomas, get a paper bag, quick. Bella is hyperventilating.”
A few seconds later I was feeling something pressed against my mouth and told to breathe and try to relax. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to heave their pleas and then finally, gradually, I had calmed down enough to open them again, but not without tears still claiming their destination down my cheeks. An older woman was bent over the side of the bed, trying to console me with her saddened eyes.
“Bella, my name is Pamela, and I'm the grief counselor here at the hospital. It's clear to me that you understand the tragedy of your father's death and I'm truly sorry for your loss...”
“Please...I just want to know if his...funeral has already taken place. Did I...miss saying...goodbye?” I interrupted her. I didn't want to hear the babble that she was taught to say, it wasn't important to me. What was important is what I had asked her.
“Bella, you can always say your goodbyes in other ways, sweetie. It doesn't have to...”
“So what you are trying to work around is the fact that I did miss saying goodbye to him, am I right?”
Her eyes fell to her lap, realizing that I wasn't going to let her finish as she hoped, and then she said in a whisper, “Yes, I'm afraid so, Bella. They tried to wait...”
“I wasn't strong enough...”
“No sweetie, don't blame yourself. It wasn't that you weren't strong, and no one is blaming you for not being there. Some people take this sort of news harder than others. What happened to you only shows how much you loved him, is all. You should never try and blame yourself. As I said before, you can say goodbye in other ways. He knows you loved him and not being able to be there for the funeral itself doesn't mean that you loved him any less,” she trailed off with a somber look.
I couldn't talk anymore after that. I needed to think, to grieve, and she understood that and let me be.
Another day had gone by and I was to be released today. I was told that Billy and Jacob were going to take me home, which was of little comfort to me, only because I didn't want to sit in a car with someone I didn't know. Although my health was good, the hospital argued with me about their protocol to seat me in a wheelchair to get to the entrance downstairs. I was fine and they knew that, but my stubbornness apparently didn't win them over and I was stuck in a wheelchair. I was greeted at the entrance by Billy, and it was odd because I was actually eye-level with him in his own wheelchair, and then Jacob came strolling behind with his head down, watching his feet.
“Bella,” Billy strained to keep his voice steady. “I'm sorry, honey. Charlie was my closest friend. He will be greatly missed. Here, I have something for you, it's a picture...”
I held out my hand for him to stop. I just couldn't handle anything right now but going home. I needed to rest and wrap my head around all this...alone. I was grateful for the ride, but other than that, I just couldn't handle anything, and he understood quickly. Almost to my street I felt guilty for the way I treated him earlier, and whispered that I was sorry for my behavior, but it was his turn to stop me.
“Bella, I understand, I really do. No need to be sorry. I will keep the picture until you're ready for it, alright,” he said as he smiled as big as the grand canyon trying to ease my worry.
We pulled into the drive and my body tensed. I wasn't expecting this, or better said, I just didn't think about how it would affect me, coming back to the house knowing my dad wouldn't be there. My hand that had a hold of the inside knob tightened its grip as the rest of me began to shake uncontrollably. Jacob ran to my side of the vehicle and opened my door gently. Although I didn't know him that well, he could see my fear and his eyes reflected mine. He held my hands and helped me out and said “Bella, if it's too soon for you to be here, we can take you somewhere else.”
It became clear to me as soon as he said that that yes, it was too soon and I knew where I wanted to be, but I wanted to be there alone, so I asked them to take me to my dad's resting place and they had no problem with it, but what they did have a problem with was dropping me off after I said thank you for their help and that I would walk home. They argued, but in the end it was my decision, and although they almost growled at me over it, they finally left me at the front gate of the cemetery, where above me it said
My skin ran cold. The sky began to turn different colors as it came close to turning to its slumber for the night. I never asked them to show me where he was in there. It was silly to do so when I knew I just had to look for the freshest grave. Just thinking of that made me cringe. From now on, whenever I wanted to speak to my dad, this...this place...is where I would have to come. Never will I see his smile warm me, never will I hear his laughter or see the smirk on his face when he was at a loss for words, never would I hear him screaming at his favorite team on the television when they would lose a game and never...would I hear him say...I love you, Bells. It just didn't seem real to be standing here right now, standing here knowing that I had to say goodbye in this way, having to say goodbye to him period. Why did I lose everyone that I cared about?
The night sky was coming fast; I could see hues of gray, pink and yellow off on the horizon, darkening the quiet, too quiet, deafening cemetery. I had to mentally push myself to walk past the gate and enter. It was almost like a force of nature fighting against me when I tried. Trying to get past it after dark was like a warning from beyond saying:
No living person allowed past this point after dark
Acting as if I was about to alter the worlds of the living and the dead, I quickly chalked it up to just being my nerves, and I was almost certain that my brain was against me too, trying to convince me that I shouldn't be here yet.
I wasn't strong enough when he passed to be here when they had the funeral, so I was adamant that I was going to be strong enough to do this now, no matter how much I wanted to put this off, so I pushed through the invisible force that tried to stop me, whether it be the powers of beyond or just me trying to stop me, and I walked through, but not without still having reservations of what I was doing so soon. I walked what seemed like forever, even though this cemetery was small to me. I knew I was walking at a snail's pace, but I had to find my courage and make it strong, because it was fading fast, and then two rows to my right in the right corner, there it was, a heaving pile of fresh dirt below a plaque that I was certain had my dad's name on it. I stood still for a long, long moment and I felt the tears flow, the cold night air chilling them down my cheeks. I shut my eyes tightly and opened them forcing myself to walk. The closer I got, the closer the name on the plaque came into focus, and when I knew I could read it clearly, I stopped again and read it,
Charles D. Swan
Loving and Devoted Father
In the arms of an angel
May you reach your heaven
Rest in Peace
I read everything but the dates. I couldn't read that part, the last date would have been too much, too... final. I wasn't ready to let go that way yet. I knelt down beside the lump of dirt and cried aloud. I wept not only for the loss of my dad, but for the loss of the only man that I would ever love, the loss of the only person I would ever call my sister. In this...place, I felt that it was the only place that I would be able to finally say my goodbyes to them in the end when that came. In a sense, I would have to bury them all in this one grave. I knew moving on wasn't an option, but to come here and speak to my dad and to the rest of them as if they all lied here somehow gave me a strange yet comfortable feeling. My mind truly worked backwards.
I decided to lie down next to my dad and talk to him in whispers, hoping somehow, somewhere, he would hear me, and I stayed that way for a while until I heard a familiar voice that stunned the air right out of me and I knew I must have fallen asleep.
“I'm so sorry, Bella. I would have come sooner if I would have known.”
That...voice...it haunted me for so long, and I tried my best to bury that part of my brain that kept it to memory and I thought I had finally erased it, but I see now that I was very wrong. I shut my eyes tightly, whispering under my shaken breath “You're not real, you're not real. Please stop haunting me. I can't take it anymore, especially not now.” Chanting that over and over until... again... I heard that voice that made my heart pound in my chest and also made it plummet to god knows where in despair.
“Bella, I can assure you that I am real. I promise I'm not haunting you.”
I don't know what came over me then. I stood up so fast that I surprised myself and went in the direction of his voice, finger ready to push through his ghostly image to prove he was haunting me. I stared the trickster in the eyes while I went at him saying “Not real, huh, what do you call this then?” I pushed my finger towards his chest hard and ---just as I thought--- it went right through Edward’s ghostly image. The mirage of Edward returning after I buried him inside for so long had squeezed my heart tight, as if there was much left to hurt. I felt one single tear fall down my cheek and it enraged me.
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Thanks for reading Dreams. I'm happy that you liked it. When I first put that story up years ago on here, it reached over 1000 comments in just two months. I was quite surprised, but this time it doesn't seem to be getting that kind of attention so I wonder now maybe the story line isn't that interesting anymore, but then I realize that it isn't the amount of comments, but the readers that gave it a go that makes the story and I am very pleased that those of you who have read it, love it and I thank every one of you for that.
For this story, I will be updating again tonight, later though. I have to go to work for a few hours tonight and after that I will finish the editing and post. Aniya is now a huge part of this story so I hope everyone will like her. Things will slowly begin to reveal themselves in this story soon. It's surrounded by so many questions and many need answered soon. Some will have to wait though, lol.
Okay sorry, but work is calling me. Be back soon to post.
I opened the door and turned the corner to the living room where…the old woman sat smiling directly at me. I would guess that she was around seventy years old. I didn’t know who she was, but if she was here then Gabriel knew her so I introduced myself,
“Um, hi…” I waved. “I’m Bella and who are you?”
Gabriel walked into the room and smiled as he walked up to me. “Everything go alright?” He asked with a small crease between his eyes. I could tell he worried the entire time I was there, “No, not really. I’ll tell you later.” That conversation could wait. Right now I wanted to know who the old woman was. I let my eyes slide quickly to her, giving Gabriel an idea of what was on my mind,
Gabriel turned in her direction as he held the small part of my back and began to lead me to her, “Oh yes, Bella please, I would like to introduce to you a very old friend of mine, Aniya.”
Before I knew it the old woman stood and walked to me with ease. She was more agile than I would have expected. “Hello Bella, it’s nice to finally meet you.” She stated, but then she said something under her breath that had me baffled, “You don’t look a day older than seventeen my dear. I was told that you were in your early twenties, is that correct?”
The question was odd for someone that just met me, but I had often found in this world that I was now living in, that they never are what they seem and they always ask the strangest questions. I liked her already though for what she said, I hated getting older. “Um, yes, I’m in my twenties. What exactly do you mean by…?”
“It’s neither here nor there child. Don’t mind me. I am fascinated with your colors though. They were quite interesting when you walked in but…Hm, I think I’ll keep this one to myself for now…”she trailed off, walking back to the living room with her index finger tapping lightly over her thin lips.
I stood dumbfounded at whatever it was she was trying to say. Right now though, I couldn’t make any sense of it. Gabriel took my hand in his and the old woman stood gasping at the both of us, she was visibly shaken up by something, but what was it? Her eye lids peeled back about as far as they could possibly go and her lips made a small O shape.
“I never…it can’t be? Oh my head…” she said with her old age allowing her voice to really sound crackly as her right palm hovered over her forehead. She sat back down, but her eyes were moving at a speed that made me think she needed to see a doctor. Gabriel walked over her to quickly asking if she was alright and I know I heard her say, “Something has shifted Gabriel. Something not even you knew could come. I can’t tell you about it right now. You will have to have the strength to get through this. Do not falter in your quest of what belongs to you. Heed my warning.” And then she passed out.
“What is she talking about Gabriel?” I didn’t know what she meant, but I knew it didn’t sound good, nothing in this world never sound good, really.
Gabriel looked to me with a blank stare of his own, “I honestly don’t know. She has never gone through anything like this that I’m aware of.”
“Do you think she needs to see a doctor?” she was very old.
“No of all things, she does not need a doctor of any kind Bella. Aniya is one of the oldest witches I know. Whatever she was referring to will make sense in time. She is quite known for her cryptic speech patterns. The only thing I worry about is the fact that whatever it was that she was referring to didn’t sound good. She will wake soon enough.” Gabriel walked away from Aniya to reach for my hands again and then he lifted my chin to look at him, how eerily similar that was to Edward’s, but stronger somehow, “Tell me how it went? I’ve been worried about you the entire time. If you would rather not, I would understand, but…”
“No, I’m not going to keep anything from you. He…” I hesitated. I wasn’t sure how to tell him the truth because I knew it would hurt him and I almost thought that maybe I shouldn’t, but then I realized that if I didn’t he would be more hurt later on by it so telling him was my only option, “Edward told me that he never stopped loving me and that he left me behind for my own safety and…” Here came the hard part that I wasn’t fully capable of understanding myself, “He was going to kiss me…but he stopped.”
Gabriel gave me a half smile and wrapped his arms around me resting his head on top of mine and softly whispered, “You were not the one to stop it?”
My body trembled slightly. That was the part I was so hoping he wouldn’t have caught onto, but he did so…
I felt the tears falling down my face instantly with the recognition of the severity of my behavior against him, “No and I am so sorry Gabriel. I don’t know…”
He pulled me away by just an inch, pressing his thumb against my lips and said, “I understand the situation that you are in Bella and I’m sure he is not trying to make this any easier on you by his actions. It looks like you have a big decision to make and I’m fully aware of that. If you would rather me not hold you or kiss you, I will…”
My blood rushed to my head simultaneously as he said that. As much as I would have let that kiss happen between Edward and I, not having Gabriel embrace me put me in a full panic, “No Gabriel, please, don’t stop doing those things, I…”
“Shh, everything will work itself out Bella.” He stated as he held me in his arms again. In his arms I was free of any impurities that the world could throw at me. A calming sensation swept right to my bones and there was no hatred, no emptiness, just pure love. How could I have gotten off course like I almost did with Edward? Wait…what did Gabriel say before…? He is not trying to make this any easier on you by his actions. I pulled away from Gabriel in a split second and my hatred began to boil,
“You knew what he did? I cannot believe that I fell for his trap. You’re right Gabriel, he did that on purpose, and he used the weakest part of me to see how I would react…”
“Bella, he wanted to see how you would react if he were to try and kiss you and he found out. I know you are upset with him and you probably feel a twinge of hate for what he had done to you, but you do still love him in some way and you just showed him that, so yes, now he believes that he may have a chance to win you back.
“Win me back? That’ll never happen, Gabriel. I’m through with him. He had his chance. I’m sorry for what almost happened, but that doesn’t mean that he has a chance. I won’t…” Gabriel smiled at my rant from the other side of the room. I was pacing the floor. Why was he smiling at me when he knew how upset I was? I asked of course with my arms crossed.
“I’m smiling my angel because you’re quite funny to watch when you’re upset, but that does not lesson the gravity of your current quandary.” Gabriel leaned back on the wall with his own arms crossed and began again, “Tell me Bella, do you honestly believe everything you just stated?”
“You mean…What I said about…Well, yeah I…I…I’m not sure…” My shoulders slumped when I realized that I didn’t believe my own words. I just sat on the couch and said nothing. What could I say? If there was any chance that the love I felt for Gabriel could stay intact, well that just went out the window.
I was startled when the old lady’s voice struck a high pitch that led my own to screech, “Hello again…” Was all she said as she looked over to me. “Um, hi…” I just didn’t have it in me to talk to her. Not that I didn’t have questions, but knowing that I just lost Gabriel with my own admission, I just couldn’t form a full sentence to save my life.
“So dreary you are, almost the color of ink. What has you in such a somber mood?” She asked of me.
“I’d rather not say…” I left it at that. I couldn’t raise my head to see how Gabriel was taking all this. I was positive that it wasn’t good. Yeah, I was in my twenties, but right now I felt every bit of a child.
“Any you Gabriel, yours is questionable. What has happened? Should I be worried?”
“No Aniya, not at all. Bella has some things to resolve. I’m not going to pressure her into making a decision. It’s solely her choice.”
Did he have to make me feel even worse?
“Bella, I would like to say one thing, if I may?”
As if I would tell him no…I nodded my head yes. I’m such an idiot. How could I do this to him?
“You are free to live here in my home for as long as you wish, but at this time, I think it may be best if we do not have any physical contact with one another until you have determined what it is that you want. Your decision must be based upon what you want, not by how much I have pressured you into making your final selection. Lastly and certainly not the least, Bella, I have never loved another as I do you. I love you. I’m sorry, but that is the last time I will say anything on the subject until I know exactly what your heart desires.”
I was genuinely convinced that my heart had extinguished whatever life that I had left in me in that moment. It wasn’t just the words he spoke, but the way he spoke them. Gabriel’s tone was soft and sincere as he spoke. As most woman, I had a right to believe that because of the way he said it meant that he didn’t care about me the way I originally thought, but I knew better. The way he spoke was telling me that I hurt him beyond all else and that if I wanted a way out of this, that he was giving me that choice, but I knew that I didn’t want to be given that choice. I didn’t need that choice. I knew who I wanted, but at the same time, I…ugh, why was this happening to me?
In the little time that I have known Gabriel, somehow I knew him better than I knew myself and that made no sense to me whatsoever, but it’s the way I felt. I knew then that I had to figure this out on my own. This was my heart and no one else’s and I had to choose. I couldn’t break Gabriel’s heart by playing this back and forth game. It wasn’t right or fair to him or I. This was Edward’s fault. Plain and simple…
I couldn’t stay away from Gabriel no matter how many times my brain kept begging me to go to my dad’s. I wanted to run as fast as possible from Gabriel’s, yet I couldn’t move. With what bravery I had left in me knowing that they were both staring at me, I lifted my head face to look at him for the first time and asked if he was sure I could stay here.
“I am sure Bella. If this is where you are comfortable, please free to stay. I won’t deny that I would feel much better if you stayed here. I worry too much. If you don’t mind, Aniya will be staying a while as well. I hope you don’t mind another guest around…”
Another guest…? I had to admit that that one word hurt like no other, but I had to remember that I put myself in this situation and I had to see my way out of it as fast as possible. My muscles were shot from all of the emotional banter between the Cullen’s and here, so I exited the living room saying that I needed a much needed bath.
“Whatever happened between you two Gabriel, you have to fix it and I don’t mean tomorrow.” Aniya stated angrily. Gabriel stood aghast with the way Aniya spoke to him.
“Aniya, it is her decision…”
“A decision that she may choose poorly and we cannot allow it?”
“Cannot allow it…? Why would you say such a thing? I do understand that you may be a little high spirited to see me court someone finally, but that does…”
“No, no, no, you misunderstand my motives here boy. I would love nothing more than to tell you, but unfortunately I will upset the balance…Hm, you may be right after all. Again, it’s neither here nor there young lad. Never mind what I say. It is what it is and I have no right interfering with…Again, I say too much.
To be Continued…
Author’s Note: Hi everyone, things will slowly be revealed from here on out. I intend to reveal only one thing at a time so I hope you all can appreciate a slow steady pace until the end. As always, leave a comment if you wish to do so. I love reading them. Aniya is a bit of a confusing person, but you will understand everything that she has said at a later date, so bear with me as rambles on, lol.
Love it, keep me posted! !!!!!!!!
Thanks sweetie! I will post soon.
OMG I loved it (: I can't wait for you to continue
Hi LNH3, lol I had to shorten that, I hope you don't mind. Thanks for giving the story a chance. I do hope to see ya back for more.
Thank you for the wonderful update, dying to read the next part :)
Hi there Sukanya,
You are very welcome dear. I will post soon. Thanks for reading.
Now you've got me wondering! What is going on? What does Aniya know and why is she being so cryptic? Where will Bella's heart lead her? She seems really torn between the two men in her life. Gabriel has been very good to her, but she still needs to know what's up with Edward before she can make her decision. Please keep me posted! I need to know!
LOL, well that's a good thing right? h now you know I can't tell what's going on, well not yet anyways. Being in love isn't always a pleasantry I hear. We will see what happens. I love writing and leading up to a climax, but I hate not being able to tell all of you what will happen, lol. I am certainly one of those people you don't want to sit and watch a movie with when i have already watched it prior, lol. I will tell...Of course I will keep you posted.
I really liked this chapter.
The warning that Aniya gave sounded to grave. I hope that it ends in a good way for Gabriel and Bella. I understand the slow pace and I'm not going to complain. Pinkie promise. XD
Gabriel is amazing. He,atleast, is giving Bella the chance to make her decisions and isn't pushing her in any direction. Bella is confused and well, it's understood. At least, she's still staying at Gabriel's. Also, what's with the not aging of Bella? I don't think I have aged much since I was 17. I am 20 now and I think I look the same, so I really don't understand how much would she age in hardly 5 years or less. Annnndd...why didn't Aniya show herself in her true form? Wouldn't Bella be upset later, if she found out how she actually looked? She might have felt self-conscious, as she always did when she was around Edward, but I guess Aniya keeping her true form hidden is rather misleading Bella to believe something else entirely.
Anyways, thanks for an early update this time.
Well thanks dear. Yes Gabriel is amazing, I have to agree with you there. Having your heart broken and in a full depressed mode as she had been in for so long can actually make you look older sooner rather than later and of course with life changes between 17 and 20 can allow you to carry yourself as more of an adult, but we have to remember that Bella in her mind has been sort of stuck in the time frame of when Edward was in her life, so in this story, Bella still reacts much like she would have when she was still in high school, she still carries herself as such too. With Aniya being as old as she is, she sees these things in Bella that does not show her progressing as she should have. I hope all that made sense, lol. My mind is sort of jumbled up right now.
Aniya's true form is the old lady. the younger counterpart of her is a spell she can do to give that younger appearance.
You are more than welcome for the update and i will be sure to send you another one when I post again. I love the questions you ask, lol. Love replying to them too, lol.