Hey everyone, this is my first fanfic in about four years, so please be gentle. Rosalie is a character rarely touched upon, so I really decided to delve into her, pre-Emmett, and feel what she felt. I'm obviously not Stephenie Meyer, and I don't own these characters, nor Twilight. Enjoy.

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A slow breeze danced past me as I stood, looking through the thick trees. It should have given me a shiver, but it did not affect any part of me. I was perpetually cold, like I was perpetually awake, which was not unlike being perpetually alone. There was little in the world that I could count on before, but since my life ended, the reliability list had slowly begun to grow. I let out a deep breath, becoming one with this breeze that ruffled my soft curls.

Still, the breeze made me uneasy. Even after all these years, it took precious little to make me remember that night. The laughter, grunts, anger, broken sobs, and muffled screams came back every time I walked down a street.

"Rosie, is everything okay?" Came a bell-like voice from about a half a mile away, I would guess. Esme must have heard my sigh.

"I'm fine." I replied softly, but so she could hear me. I knew she understood, but I had to hunt. I hadn't talked about that night once since my change, and I wasn't about to start now. If I had been alive, I would have awoken in screams and terror, but now that I couldn't sleep, the images were plastered like tattoos to my eyelids.

Still, I had to hunt. It had taken me nearly a year to learn to control myself, but now it was no trouble at all. As long as I stayed well hydrated. While human blood had never touched my lips, it's not like I never thought about it. Especially his. Why I refrained, I'm still not sure, but there was too much disgust there. I hated the thought of his blood touching mine yet again.

There were many changes in me since that deciding night, but the biggest transition, I think, was not eating. I'd always had a fast metabolism, so eating was something I never had to worry about, as some do. I could, and did, eat as much as I wanted. Now, there was no satiating my thirst. I closed my eyes, letting the breeze send me a scent. Reluctantly, I followed, my body telling me where to go, but my heart somewhere else entirely.

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Lounging in my room, I remembered with a sigh the constant buzz and ruckus of the city. Rochester, New York was nothing like it. For true love, I had agreed to endure the small town life, but now that it was just the four of us I was restless. There was no one I could talk to, beyond my new 'family', who definitely got boring after a while. Though it wasn't so long ago, I regretted losing the days of suitors, roses, and chocolates. I missed my afternoon tea, and, worst of all, I missed the love that I didn't even have in human life.

Sure, Esme and Carlisle loved me in their own way, but I had never been in love. I wasn't used to people like Edward shying away from me. Even in life I had been beautiful, but now that I was perfect, it seemed like no one would ever want me like that again. In all ways except the one, I was a virgin. I had never lain with someone who loved me. I had never shared that part of myself with anyone. I'd had my virginity torn from me that night. The virginity I so cherished and wished to keep pure.

Somehow I had always known that Royce didn't truly love me, yet I insisted that I stay with him, that he marry me, and that I bear our children. It had much to do with my human selfishness, which, somehow, had not yet reached me in this new world. I wanted the beautiful children that we would have had together…

As I struggled to erase the slate that was my mind, a sound wafted to my ears. My favourite song, in life and death was traveling up the stairs into my room. Edward was playing the piano… he must have heard my dark thoughts. I took a deep breath, flipping my hair behind me as I descended the golden staircase.

"Moonlight Sonata, hm?" I said, though I knew well that he could have read it on my mind.

"Yes. It's always been one of my favourites, as well." At least he wasn't denying playing it for my benefit. "The simplicity of it has always amazed me. It allows you to dream, but in a complacent way."

He read my thought almost before I thought it myself. "Rose, you can still make that a reality. I know it's not me, but I know you will find someone. Think how long Carlisle existed without Esme. I know you'll walk down that aisle someday. And with the right person, not that…that…" He trailed off, and I wished I, too, possessed his gift.

"Will you be the one to play it? Please? It's almost more beautiful when you play it than Beethoven himself."

"How would you know how well he played?"

"Just because he composed it doesn't mean he played with as much passion and conviction as yourself. It's like you're in mourning for something. It's a song of heartbreak." I paused, not sure where I was going with this. "But…it leaves the heart full afterward, not empty."

Edward bit his lower lip, thoughtfully.

"What are they thinking?"

"They're worried about you." Edward told me, hesitating before continuing. "They're afraid you're going to leave." He was obviously paraphrasing their thoughts. Carlisle had had such high hopes for the two of us, but we were just too different…and in this case, opposites did not attract.

"Leave." I repeated. It was not a question. He nodded, seeing my thoughts.

"When?" He asked. "Where?"

Watching my thoughts, he simply nodded. "I'll tell them. Please come back." He held me tight for a few seconds, and I was thankful I couldn't cry. I would be back, I told myself. As soon as I figured out how to get rid of these memories.

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Again, this is the first serious bit of writing I've done in a while, and it would be amazing if you would take that into consideration. That being said, please Read and Review. I'd love to hear any comments you may have, negative or positive. I tried to stay as true to the book as possible.