We sat, silently, in the front room. Esme, Carlisle and I patiently waited for Edward's return. Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie had already started off towards Denali. "Do you think Bella will be okay?" I asked Carlisle. He frowned. "She will probably suffer a great deal at first. After that, not one among us can know."
Poor Bella. I so wanted to say goodbye, but stupid, stubborn Edward wouldn't have it.
A clean break, he said.
No. This would not be clean. Of course Bella would be devastated!
I tried to see it, but I could see nothing. Edward talking to Bella in the forest, that was all. There were decisions that had not been made yet.
All our heads turned as the sound of Edward's car came into earshot. It slammed to a stop in front of the house, knowing that we would all be moving on soon. Edward walked in through the door, his face wrong-looking. Esme gasped. His eyes looked less golden and more metallic than they ever should. His mouth was twisted horribly, and his brow was furrowed. Of course, I doubted if anyone but little me could even see much of his face, because his head was bent down low, staring at the floor.
Edward stood there for a moment, and then simply went to the piano and starting playing. It was Bella's Lullaby. Except there was a difference, he played it slower, with less life. Closer to a funeral march. The sound was heart-breaking.
I moved beside him and placed my hand on his shoulder. Edward closed his eyes but his fingers kept gliding over the keys.
We all knew it was his way of saying the love-filled farewell he could never show Bella.
Edward, I thought. Are you alright?
He just clenched his jaw as the song kept playing.
Carlisle and Esme moved to the end of the piano, also listening to the forlorn music. We were all witnesses to his agony. Undoubtedly, they would be asking Edward their own questions, but he answered none.
The song started to drift to a close, but he let it end just before playing the last note. I cocked my head to the side, asking him silently what he was doing. "I don't want this to be the end of the story. There should always be just a little more," Edward whispered to all three of us.
And then he walked up to his room. He heard the crashing and banging as he threw all of his CDs onto the floor in a violent fit of pain.
"They're all worth nothing," he said to himself.
Esme shuddered and Carlisle put his arms around her in comfort.
Then I saw Edward's plan before he acted it out. I saw him jump out the smaller window on the end of the hallway, and I saw him watching Bella through the windows of Charlie's house. Then there was the sound of breaking glass.