A/N: Hi, I got my best friend to start reading the Twilight saga and as she was reading New Moon, she was very disappointed that the "voices" Bella heard wasn't real. So she inspired me to write this story. This story is dedicated to my bff! Please tell me what you think and give me some ideas.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer for creating this magnificent world that is Twilight!

Chapter 1

I smiled and raised my arms straight out, as if I were going to dive, lifting my face into the rain. But it was too ingrained from years of swimming at public pool - feet first, first time. I leaned forward, crouching to get more spring…

Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes and jumped.

I waited for the exhilarating speed of the wind to blow against my body and my hair and the pressure of the fall to make my frantic heart beat to become even more erratic as adrenaline pumped through my veins. But nothing happened.

"No Bella!" I heard his voice again but, somehow, his voice seemed closer than it usually did. I smiled. My hallucinations must be clearer as the danger I put myself in is higher, more risky.

Once again, I was waiting for the impact of my fall but realized belatedly that everything seemed to be at a standstill. Yes, I could still hear the water below but it still sounded and felt like I was still high above it. But something was different, I felt something was holding me around my waist. It was extremely familiar but, at the same time, distant like I hadn't known of it in a while. I was also confused by this same familiar electric shock running through my body. I had only felt like this when he was touching me…

My eyes flew opened and I gasped. I was still staring at the same scenery I had before I closed my eyes but I was not on the cliff anymore. My feet were dangling in midair above the roaring waves that were violently crashing into the rocky side of the cliff below.

I started to twist and turn in panic and then I felt myself being pulled backwards. I looked down and was surprised to see the edge of the cliff again but my feet were still dangling about a feet above it. Was I flying? Before my confusion could settle in, I could feel the rocky, sandy surface beneath my bare feet again. My panic was beginning to subside but suddenly I took notice of two sets of pale fingers on both side of my waist.

I gasped loudly. My mind must have brought my hallucinations to another degree of magnitude. I was becoming delusional! First the voices – well just his voice – and now I could see his hands on my waist. Dubious of my sanity, I deliberately reached out to touch the figures on my right waist. Another gasp escaped. They even felt so real! Just as I remembered, cold and smooth as marvel. I closed my eyes, soaking in the familiarity of the texture on my figure tips. Unsure of the extent of my hallucination, I traced the length of the figures around my waist until I found his wrist. I grabbed hold of it and gradually moved up the length of his arm while I slowly turned my body around for better access.

With my eyes still closed, I grabbed the other arm on my waist and traced it up to his shoulders as I did with the other side. I squeezed both shoulders as I moved myself closer until my cheek was against my imaginary Edward's chest. I inhaled and was happy to find that this imaginary Edward even smelt like the real one. It was amazing.

I don't know how long I stood like that, holding on to a fragment of my imagination, but I didn't care. I was actually petrified to let go. I would rather have this than nothing.

"Bella…" His angelic voice finally broke the silence but I didn't mind. I wanted to hear it again. I had missed that voice for far too long now.

"Mmm?"

"You promised! How could you be so stupid?" The angry voice from before I jumped was back but somehow softer, more of a whisper.

"If being able to hear and feel you like this is the result of my stupidity, I'll be more than willing to be reckless again. Even if this is just my mind playing tricks and you are just a hallucination…" I stopped abruptly as I heard that same familiar angry roar forming in his chest.

"What? You are doing all these reckless stunts on purpose? Why Bella? How could you…wait…did you just say that I was a hallucination?"

"Umhm. But it's alright. I'll take it and be happy."

"Bella, open your eyes."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm scared to fine myself hugging a rock and not you. I don't want to face reality just yet."

"Bella, you are absurd! Just open your eyes, I promise I will still be here." The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable but I still hesitated. Should I open my eyes? What if my imaginary Edward was not there? But then again, what if he was and I could finally look into that gorgeous face again. What did I have to lose? If he was not there, I could try jumping off the cliff again to have him back in my arms. With that in mind, my hesitation resolved as I stepped back from his embrace and I sluggishly opened my eyes.

Just like his voice, his touch, and his smell, my imaginary Edward was standing right in front of me looking just as I remembered him, my own personal Adonis. Feeling incredulous of how amazing my imagination was, I stepped forward again and lifted my hand to stroke his cheeks.

"Wow, I don't know how my mind is doing this but I hope it doesn't stop." I said as I kept caressing every inch of his face with my hands. He suddenly took both of my hands in his and looked straight in my eyes.

"Bella, I am real. You can believe me or not but right now we have to leave. I am not allowed on the Quileute's land." He quickly spun around and I simultaneously found myself on his back. "Close your eyes."

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and my arms were chocked around his neck as he darted off full speed into the woods. This was the exact same position I was in the first time when he ran with me on his back. It seemed like a lifetime ago but I can still remember it with such clarity. We were at our meadow and it was the first time we kissed. The only difference was that I did not close my eyes this time. I was too shocked. My brain was working over time to try to comprehend how this was all possible. Even if I was able to remember his voice, smell, touch, and his face, how was I able to imagine everything so clearly? Surely my human brain could not be this creative, especially since it had been in a catatonic stage for so many months.

And did he just confirm to me that he was real? This wasn't my pathetic brain trying to show me how much I've missed him? How can I be sure? He looks real, feels real. And if he was real then that meant all the voices I heard belonged to him. He was always right here by my side. He never left. Then why did he choose to not show himself earlier? Why now? But the better question was, if he was real, would he stay?

My mind seemed to be traveling a mile a minute with all these unanswered questions and concerns that I didn't even realized we had stopped.

"Bella, it's okay. You can let go of me now." His voice snapped me out of my reverie. As I unwrapped my legs and arms from around him, I noticed that we were now sitting on the white couch in the living room of his house. My eyes automatically darted around, taking in my surroundings. Even with the furniture still in place, the room still looked so empty, so plain. It wasn't the light and open place I had referred to it once. No, this place was lifeless now since it lacked the seven beautiful habitats that used to occupy this space.

"Bella, tell me what you were thinking out there on that cliff. Were you…trying…to kill yourself?" Edward spoke to me. His voice sounded so sad and pained. I looked down to find him kneeling before me, gazing intently into my eyes, waiting for my answer.

"No…I just wanted to hear your voice again." I whispered sheepishly. He was staring at me with a confused expression on his face but I did not care for his questions right at that moment. My mind was still trying to decipher if this was real. "Am I dreaming?" I questioned my thought out loud.

"I know it's a little disconcerting right now but what can I do to make you believe?" I didn't know what to say, I just sat there staring at his face, still confused. His face began to fall into a deep frown awaiting for my reply, his eyes were full of sadness and concern. "Carlisle?"

"She's just shocked Edward. Give her time." My head snapped to find the source of the sound. My eyes widened as I found Carlisle standing a couple of feet behind me. As our eyes met, he smiled warmly at me saying, "Hello Bella."

I gaped. Carlisle looked just as real as Edward. If this was a dream or a hallucination, how was it that I could remember Carlisle's face so distinctly? I did not spend enough time with him to be able to absorb his flawless features as I did with Edward. But yet here he stood before me and I could see all the lines and texture on his face as if he was really standing there. So this was real. They really were here with me. I gasped as realization sunk in and then darkness consumed my entire body.