Bella appears to Edward in a hallucination, sort of during New Moon. Some facts have been changed.

I climbed through the window, and looked down upon my love.

He was on the piano, playing a song. It was dark, dismal, full of painful agony. His slender, white fingers pounded upon the keys, smashing out the notes.

"Edward," I whispered.

His fingers faltered, and he looked around. His eyes widened, and his lips parted. "B-Bella..." he breathed in astonishment.

I didn't say anything, but went to him, sitting on the stool next to him. He pulled me against his cold body, fighting to breathe, and dry sobs tore themselves out of his chest.

After a while, he calmed down, and began to kiss me; my hair, forehead, throat and finally lips.

"What are you thinking?" I whispered.

He looked down. "I'm wondering if I've finally gone insane."

"What do you mean?"

Pain came into his eyes again as he looked up. "You can't be real." He brushed his cool hand against my cheek, and it grew warm under his touch. "But I don't care. I'll take it."

I thrust myself back into the kiss, with more strength than before, empowered with the feeling of despair.

"Are you?" he asked after a couple minutes.

"Am I what?"

"Are you real?"

Oh. "No, I don't exist outside of your mind."

He chuckled darkly. "So I have gone insane."

My tone matched his. "No more than I did."

He pulled away. "What do you mean?"

I sighed. "I'm dead."

His face twisted in horror. "What?"

"I threw myself off of a cliff two months ago. It's okay, it doesn't matter. It was to be expected."

"It was to be expected?!"

"You left me, I never moved on. I don't blame you, don't worry. You had to do what was best for you. I understand why you had to leave."

"No!" His arms dropped, and he stared at nothing, blankly, full of shock.

I was confused. "Why does it matter to you? Don't feel guilty."

"Bella." He took my face in his hands, brought it up to look in my eyes fervently, urgently. "Bella, I never stopped loving you. I left so you could have a normal human life. But now... I don't know. I don't know anything."

He dropped my face and buried his own in his hands.

I looked upon him with pity, but stood and said, "Edward, I have to leave."

I didn't expect his reaction. He leaped up, wildly grabbing my wrists. "No! No- you can't... I'll die..." His face was full of agony, strangely vulnerable.

I couldn't stay. This was wrong. He couldn't dwell on me, an image born from his imagination. I silently unlocked his hands from around mine, and walked across the room. His eyes followed me with dread.

I climbed up on the windowsill.

A girl's silhouette, glowing slightly, was outlined in the open window of the top story of a decaying tenement. She stood there, motionless, for a couple seconds, then leaped.

She collapsed on the ground, three stories below, a crumpled, broken body that shimmered for a second before it disappeared.

Where she had been was a pile of fine, black ashes.