Chapter 7 - Dream

I dreamt about Jacob and Bronte all night, of them in a forest where even the trees seemed against them, I dreamt of her writhing in pain and Jacob holding her down pleading with himself not to kill her.  When I woke I felt that I had intruded on them, that I had no right to see, and chided myself that it was just a dream and that it meant nothing.  It was hard for me to see Jacob taken up with someone else, I could admit that at least to myself, I loved him too, and the whole triangle affair had torn me apart inside.  I had often wished for two parellel universes so I could love both my men as they deserved.  

But with Edward on this earth, there was no competition.  I felt comfortable, warm and cosy in Jacobs arms, but Edwards lifted me up to a different realm, somewhere where I felt my senses take over, where I need not say one word, somewhere where to look at his face was all the sustinance I needed.  I felt more revived from one look from Edward than from a day spent in Jacobs arms.  Jacob was my hero -  the man who brought me back to life, but Edward was my soul mate - the one whom without there was no life.  The coin had never been tossed, I knew the decision before it was asked of me.  Edward, always Edward.

As I lay in the dark, beside his still form, which I knew to be aware of my wakening but giving me those moments I needed to come around, he was always there, my protector.  I just hoped our plans would work out the way we hoped, that we’d have everything tied up before the Volturi decided to step in.  

I hoped in vain.