Author's note, copyright declaration...etc

This story takes place after Book 1 of Breaking Dawn finishes, after Bella and Edward return from their honeymoon, so you have to imagine that the remaining two parts of Breaking Dawn did not happen and that this carries on from the conclusion of Breaking Dawn: Book 1 (in which Edward and Bella get married, go on honeymoon where Bella gets pregnant and they return to Washington). Feedback, criticism and comments are welcome! Please read and review! Yes, I know chapter 1 is short but I will upload more at regular intervals (about once or twice a week)

Copyright declaration: The Twilight series and its characters are the creation of and copyright of Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing and this story is purely a not-for-profit work of fan fiction. No copyright infringement intended.

Author's note: I have made this as creative and imaginative as possible and if it bears resemblance to any other fan-fiction story it is entirely coincidental. There is such a huge amount of Twilight fan-fiction out there that it would be impossible to trawl through it all to see if someone has already had this plot idea and I assure you that if there are any similarities to other Twilight fan-fic stories, they are completely unintentional and inadvertent.


Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Longing, a poem byMatthew Arnold

Chapter One

Grief –

It is two years to the day since Edward was brutally murdered by the Volturi. The day after he died, I miscarried our child. It was almost as though our child could not survive without his father's presence in the world and for a while I felt like that too. I still feel like that sometimes, on days when the gnawing ache rises up within me and I have to fight to keep from screaming and sobbing at the injustice of the world. I remember lying, confined in bed, for what felt like years, and letting the tears drip slowly down my hot cheeks, as the Cullens watched me helplessly, powerless to alleviate the unbearable ache. They were grieving too, for they had lost a brother and a son.

And Jacob, always Jacob. Every time my eyes flickered open, he was there sitting beside me, watching me and willing me to shake off this depression that felt like it would never end. It brought back memories from when Edward left me the first time, when Jacob pulled me through the darkness and helped me see light again. My mother flew immediately from Florida and my dad spent every waking minute he could at my bedside, but I could not respond to anything or anyone. I felt weak and dizzy, as though I were falling from a great height and my parachute would not open. Then the nightmares started again and I was lost in terrifying delirium, with no Edward to save me this time.

Slowly, I began to make progress. "Time heals all wounds," Carlisle said to me and I repeat it to myself on the days when I feel as if my world has gone, evaporated in a puff of smoke like the enchanted fairytale it was. I treasure the memories of those halcyon honeymoon days when I was Edward's wife, those too-short days made bittersweet by their ending. It seems eons ago now and when I look back at our beautiful honeymoon; our wedding night, swimming under the full moon, lying on the beach at Isle Esme and marveling at the beautiful scenery, I feel as if a whole lifetime has passed and yet as I look around me I realise that I am only at the beginning of my life. I am barely into adulthood but I have experienced so much at a time when most people are enjoying the carefree days of college. I went to the meadow today and lay down and sobbed until my head ached. I wept for all that I have lost; Edward, our baby, my life together with Edward and our child, my dream of being a happy little family; secure and safe. Two years ago today, I was made a widow, widowed at eighteen. I find it hard to comprehend. The word seems so wrong, it doesn't suit me. I long for a glimpse of Edward, for the sound of his voice and the shape of his lips forming my name, "Bella, my Bella". But he does not come, and I am alone once more.