This is just a little something that came up when I was thinking about Edward (which is often). I hope you like. I might add to it. Just depends.
disclaimer: none of these characters are mine. they are all stephanie meyers.
The music flowed out of my fingers like water out of a dam. The song sang in its minor key. The dark notes were like my voice. I didn't feel like I had one anymore, except through these keys. What more was there to say? I hadn't talked to anyone since that day.
"No, Bella…"
My fingers rolled over the piano. I left for her safety. I did. Leaving was the only right thing I had done since the first time I looked into her eyes. I looked from my hands to the window nearest me. The glass was still broken. Yes. Leaving was the right thing to do.
Or was it?
Rosalie's voice was icily calm. "Alice said that she just jumped off the cliff…"
There was nothing more I could have done. She was gone. The dark notes deepened and boomed even louder. I could feel my breath quicken. I held my mouth at a snarl.
"If I had never met her then everything would be just perfect! If I had only stayed away from her then none of this would have happened!"
His voice was blunt, irritated. "He's at the funeral."
Her funeral. She was dead. Never to breath, never to blush, never to have her beautiful blood run through her veins ever again.
The piano's song slowed into a long decrescendo. I had come back to play her lullaby one more time. Her inspiration was all that was left.
I gradually rose from the bench as the songs echo's faded. There was no reason for living any longer—if what I did was living. I had one choice left: to die. I went to the door, looked behind my back at the dark piano in the corner. My heart stayed with the shadowy wood. I had no reason to keep it.
I opened the door and swiftly began running. The Volturi were waiting.