Edward,' She Mumbled Softly. She Was Dreaming

Melanie Still Grieves For Jared," She Stated. I Felt My Head Nod Without Willing The Action. "you Grieve For Him." I Closed My Eyes. "the Dreams Continue?" "every Night," I Mumbled. "tell Me About Then." Her Voice Was Soft, Persuasive. "i Don't Like To Talk About Them." "i Know. Try. It Might Help." "how? How Will It Help To Tell You That I See His Face Every Time I Close My Eyes? That I Wake Up And Cry When He's Not There? That The Memories Are So Strong I Can't Separate Hers From Mine Anymore?

Some Of The Memories Were Not Clear - -dim Human Memories, Seen Through Weak Eyes And Heard Through Weak Ears: The First Time I'd Seen His Face... The Way It Felt When He'd Held Me In The Meadow... The Sound Of His Voice Through The Darkness Of My Faltering Consciousness When He'd Save Me From James... His Face As He Waited Under A Canopy Of Flowers To Marry Me... Every Precious Moment On The Island... His Cold Hands Touching Our Baby Through My Skin.

Do You Have A Multiple Personality Disorder?

Is He Your Warden Now Too? You Know I Saw This Story On The News Last Week About Controlling, Abusive Teenage Relationships And- "okay!" I Cut Him Off, And Then Shoved His Arm. "time For The Werewolf To Get Out!

The Morning Brought With It, If Not A Brighter Outlook, At Least A Measure Of Control, Some Acceptance. Instinctively, I Knew That The New Tear In My Heart Would Always Ache. That Was Just Going To Be A Part Of Me Now.