Author's Note: I was listening to Chase Coy (aka Dear Juliet) and I decided to write a fanfic based on his songs. You should really listen to his songs, they're amazing. This is just the prologue so the other chapters will for the most part be longer. Check out my other story, Everything In Transit based on Jack's Mannequin's debut album. Anyway, read and review. Definitely listen to the song though (link on profile.) If you review I'll give you a quote from the next chapter:) Oh, and the rest of the story will be in Bella's POV, not Edward's like this prologue.

Prologue

I will always carry you in my heart
You'll always be my shooting star
Autumn days will fade away
But memories will always stay the same
I'm hoping you will never change
Don't ever change

The door closed behind my parents. I finally had freedom, I realized sadly. Everything was in place in my dorm, everything looked perfect. It only reminded me how imperfect everything now was. My eyes travelled across the small room, and I took in my new home. For now, I was alone.

My arms reached underneath my newly acquired bed. I pulled the object in front of me as I sat down. My fingers effortlessly swept over the keyboard Alice had thoughtfully gotten me. I couldn't bring my grand piano with me to my dorm, so I thanked her with a hug and smile for her present as she had handed it to me. She didn't know how much it meant to me right now. It allowed me to think clearly and calmly, much more easily than I have.

My thoughts drifted back to my senior year at Forks High School. I had spent those days with my Bella. Every memory with her brought a bittersweet smile to my lips. She was all I could think about. We had promised we would never forget each other, and I had no trouble keeping that particular promise.

The first day I met her I knew my life was changing. From the first words she spoke, I knew I loved her. She had become my reason for breathing. Every day I longed to see her smile, and a feeling of ecstasy washed over me every time she beamed at me. I wanted to be the only one who could make her do that. I wanted to hear her laughter ringing in my ears every moment and to feel her warmth in my arms. I never wanted to let her go. She was my first love, and I couldn't forget her.

Different scenes played in my head as my melody continued.

I remembered the day I tagged along with Alice and Bella to the mall because of the worried look Bella cast me when my sister mentioned shopping. When Alice was completely immersed in choosing between two tops, we managed to slip away. I grabbed her hand and stopped at the food court before running to the safety of my silver Volvo, laughing. We sat there comfortably in the back for practically three hours, just talking about anything that came to mind. I held her in my arms as we talked about the future, which now no longer included each other in sight.

I remembered the day she had insisted on us taking her old red truck to school, only to have it break down on the way home. Still, it was heaven. We walked the two miles to her house, in the rain nonetheless. A twenty minute walk easily turned into an hour long one, as we were both too overcome by the other. Before we reached her house, she had wrapped her arms 

around my neck, and I instantly brought her body closer to mine. She stood on her toes as she whispered into my ear sweetly, "I've always wanted to kiss in the rain." With that, our lips met, not for the first time and not for the last time. It was gentle and utterly irresistible. She smiled and thanked me, taking my hand in her small one. I could never forget how perfect our hands fit, how at ease it seemed. I imagined it would always be like that.

I remembered lying in our meadow with all our walls down, before we started dating. She hadn't known she was the only one to whom I had showed that meadow until that day. When she found out, she didn't say anything because she didn't have to. Her actions explained her gratitude well enough. She gently stroked the back of her hand across my check before lightly kissing it.

I remembered sitting across from her at finals, catching glimpses of her whenever I could, as she did the same. When we caught each other, we merely smiled before looking back down at our tests. When the test was over and we were permitted to leave, we got up and walked out together. Our hands grazed each other's slightly as she linked my pinky with hers. Unspoken words seemed the sweetest.

I remembered her in my arms as we sat on her bed for hours. Charlie was out of town for the evening, and all she wanted for me to do was stay with her until daylight breaks, and I did. We gradually fell asleep, lying in each other's warmth with smiles plastered on our faces. The best feeling was waking up to her, and I had quickly realized that if I could wake up to her every morning, my life would be complete. It was all I wanted.

I was positive I would always love Bella. She would live in my memories, in my heart. She'd always be my shooting star, my angel, my love. I would always think of her as my Bella. She would be the Bella that I learned to love for every flaw she had, and I knew I'd always be her Edward. That would never change. It would always be the same. Our love for another wouldn't fade, it would just become second nature to us. We would grow accustomed to it with every beat of our hearts and realize it's there, but still be able to learn to love others. I would still hold it close to me.

I wanted her to stay the same as I remembered her.

I had to take a deep breath and welcome the change, whether it be bad or good. I was in college now, and I had to grow used to it to survive and be happy. I had told her all I wanted for her was to be happy so I could sleep at night, and she had said the same to me. It meant everything to me, and it gave me the strength to bear everything with a grin.

Deep in thought, I hadn't heard the door open and shut. I hadn't realized I had stopped playing the instrument in my lap. A young man the same age as me with blonde hair and a smile matching mine sat across from me on the other bed. He seemed agreeable, not at all the type to yell at me for playing my keyboard when I felt like it. "What's her name?" asked the voice of my new roommate.