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Vindicated

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of the Characters/some of the dialogue. No copy right infringement is intended. Please buy the Twilight books to support Stephanie Meyer’s.

Authors Note: Two-ish more chapters to go. *Le Sob. Thanks Everyone, I’m happy with this stories turn out. Definite Sequel, since we all know how this story is going to end.

Eighteen: Departed

“Bella,” Edward whispered, making circles with his nose on my cheek. His nose was so soft, and my eyes fluttered open seeking his. We had slept in the same bed together, wrapped tightly around one another. It was intimate, our naked bodies being so close; I never thought I’d be here, so warm and loved and I felt so fulfilled.

“Bella.” He chuckled, as I wiggled closer into him, draping my arm over his waist. “I have to go.” He whispered, “I didn’t want to disturb your peaceful dreams, but I didn’t want you to wake up alone.” I met his eyes; it didn’t feel like I slept for long, he looked like he hadn’t slept for a second in the last week.

“Kiss me.” He whispered, dipping down closer to me, and when our lips grazed, my heart skipped a beat. “You still blush, after so long.” Edward circled his nose on me cheek once more. ”Go back to sleep, I’ll hold you, until you do.”

“I’ll never sleep then, so you’ll have to hold me forever.” I whispered, snuggling my head back into sleeping position, Edward chuckled softly again. “I’ll miss you.” I told him, mumbling into his skin but he heard me.

“I’ll miss you unbearably.” Edward so close to my ear I shivered. “You are the only light, the only pure thing in this sea of death, lies and blood.” Although I thought I’d never be able to sleep, not with Edward leaving I felt myself drift farther down the sleep road. I was Edwards light, the light at the end of the tunnel. “I will return to you,” he whispered and I relaxed, Edward’s arms strong and gentle, “tainted and unworthy.”

“No.” I whispered back, my voice meek and heavy with sleep. “You will still be my Edward.” I circled my fingers into his side, giving him some soft tenderness to remember during his awful day with the fathers. “You will always be, my Edward.” My voice faded as sleep found me once more.

I was heavy, and I drifted out to the sea of dreams and magic. I must be sleeping off the drugs. I could feel Edward still, so I was still somewhat aware, but I knew I was definitely asleep when I heard the three words I’ve dreamed Edward saying before.

“I love you.” It was just a whisper a soft floating mist of a declaration, and my dreams were always so sweet when Edward starred in them. I let sleep have me, happy to have one version of Edward, confess his love to me. I knew Edward had to love me at least a little, with how much tenderness he showed me before.