Please dont kill me.
I am aware it has been forever since I last updated and honestly I have no good excuse.
I've been busy with life, and didnt have the time or inspiration to write
but I will try to be a little better about it
you know lots o'reviews might inspire me haha
well not really, they do inspire me
but I wouldnt not write becasue I dont get any
I cant stand when authors do that :P
(sorry, once again, that it is short)
I laid my head down on his chest again and stared at the wall, trying to figure it all out.
"What time is it?" I asked him curiously, not moving my head from its position.
"It's nearly 8" he answered, "Your parents are probably getting worried." I nodded my head. It was as if he had read my mind. Honestly I didn't care about my worried parents. I never wanted to leave dream boy again. If I did, he might disappear.
"Bella?" he asked, almost cautiously.
"How are you here?"
I turned to him, a silly grin plastered on my face.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that question Mr. Dream boy?"
I boldly poked his cute little nose, something completely out of character for me to do, especially to someone I hardly knew. His brows furrowed and his forehead creased with worry lines, but still he somehow managed to look beautiful.
"What are you talking about?" I frowned. He of all people should know. He was, was he not, the one who was from my dreams. I shouldn't have to explain this.
"You're the one from my dreams. The one who has been capturing them every night. Don't you know?" I asked, beginning to feel almost slightly sad and a little bit hurt. He was dream boy. There was no mistaking it. Confusion etched its self onto his face. Maybe I was going crazy.
"Bella, is that all you remember if me? Do you only know me as a boy from your dream land?" I nodded my head and his face feel dreamily. "You don't remember anything...at all? You don't remember us?" I shook my head once more. I could feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes, and so I stared at the ceiling, trying to prevent them from overflowing onto my cheeks. I was hurting him again. This must be something I should know, after all, but how would I have forgotten something as marvelous as this angle? What was wrong with me? The tears poured down my face and I tried to wipe them away before he could see, but it was to no avail. "Please, don't cry"
"I'm sorry" I whispered. He wiped his hand across my cheek.
"Bella, my love, there is nothing for you to be sorry about." I tried to find comfort in his words, but I couldn't manage. Then I remembered.
"Did you know me from when I was a little girl maybe? Is that what you're talking about?"
"No, Bella, no. I knew you...many years ago, but you haven't aged a day since I last saw you." I looked at him, my own expression confused now, but I ignored his statement and continued.
"I don't remember anything from the age of six."