[Rose's P.O.V.]
Once I heard Edward say these words, the tears that I had been struggling to hold back started streaming down my cheeks. But I still did not move. I did not dare to. I simply watched Edward slowly walk to me, his eyes as handsome as ever. Even the curvature of his lips was the same enticing shape.
I could feel his hand gently caress my cheek, helping me wipe away my tears. The texture and familiar warmth of his palm made me choke up.
"Edward, is it really you?" My voice was broken and trembling. I reached out in response to touch him. But I just felt like I was in a daze. I didn't know if all of this was also a dream, just like what I experienced in the bathtub the last time. That had felt so real. What if I touched him and he disappeared? I couldn't bear all of this.
"Dearest, it's me."
He answered my words, then he lowered his head to meet my hand still handing mid-air. I felt as if time had stopped.
"This isn't a dream?"
