Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or their story or the song mentioned. Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Already Gone belongs to Sleeping At Last.

Hi, this is my first fanfic in English. I'm from Germany and English is not my native language. So, I apologize for mistakes in grammar, pronouncing and slang.

I also have no idea of the school systems or places in the USA. Most of the places I'll mention are fictional. I only use my knowledge of other fanfics and stories. I hope you all don't mind but I wanted to write A fanfic in English and want to leave the characters in the known sourrounding.

I have no idea where the story will go. I listened to the song yesterday and I had the idea of the epilogue. So, I can't guarantee anything at this point. I don't have a beta, so this is the first version ;)

I hope you enjoy reading and I'm happy for comments and feedback.

Epiloque

The spotlights blinded his sight. Nervously, he sat down on the chair in front of the piano on the tiny stage. He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. The pub was stuffy and small but full of people. Why did he let himself be convinced again? Jasper saw it as a kind of therapy for processing the past. A past that haunted him the last five years and it wouldn't let go. Not even in his sleep. He couldn't remember when he last had slept properly. He felt so empty and burned out. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he looked in a pale face with dark circles around his eyes and sunken cheeks.

Clearing his throat, he looked out into the audience. At first the spotlights made it difficult to identify any familiar faces. But then he saw all of them. In the front row sat his best friend Jasper, his sister Alice, his brother Emmett and his wife Rosalie. Even his parents came. All the people who have put up with him in the past five years. He was a heavy burden for all of his friends and his family. At least that's what he thought. They would never agree. They all loved him and would never mind, being there for him, never given up. But he was stuck to deep. The only person who was able to free him, was gone. Disappeared from his and their lives.

It was a strange image to see his parents sitting in this shabby surrounding. His mother smiled at him. But her smile didn't reach her green, soft eyes. Esme's heart broke with his five years ago. She was like a daughter for both of his parents. Music was the only thing that helped him through this time. He wrote so many songs about them and their time together. But there was only one, which reflected everything. His emotions, her feelings, their time together, the break, the pain. It's what made it so difficult to stand on this stage, performing the song for the first time and to open his soul to strangers. "It will help you", Jasper said. "You can let her go and try to be free again." I will never be free again, he thought bitterly.

The Open-Mic-Night in Pitcher's Pub in Seattle was legendary. There were mostly very talented people on this stage and also one or the other record deal was made in these rooms. Today he was sitting on this stage and had to show his talent. Or rather his greatest weakness, he thought. For some people a performance like that was a simple task. For him, it was one of the most difficult steps in his young life. Within seconds, he would reveal his wounded soul to the world.

Heavy stuff for a man his age. Sometimes, he felt like 109 years old.

Over the last five years he wrote the song. Again and again one more line until it hurt too much. It wasn't just his own words that he used for the lyrics. It was a combination of his feelings and her last words from the letter.

The letter she wrote to him because she couldn't look at him as she walked out of his life forever. He kept the letter in his wallet as a permanent reminder. He also couldn't let go of it because it was the last thing he could hold on to. Some people would say, that women come and go and friends are forever. He lost both. Rosalie often rolled her eyes and thought, Edward overreacted. But he couldn't stop his emotions and feelings and he had no strength to start over. Not yet.

His heart began to race and he felt sweaty. "Get your shit together, Cullen!" he mumbled into his beard. He should have shaved. He almost could hear his mother reminding him of his manners. Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply. Now or never.

"Hi, my name is Edward and my song is Already Gone."

His hands moved over the keys starting the first notes of the familiar melody.

Remember all the things we wanted
Now all the memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even with our face held high
It never would have worked out right
We were never meant for do or die

He had suspected that it would be difficult, but the pain that washed over him now hit him hard. Jasper nodded in his direction and told him in silence that he would make it. Edward closed his eyes and shut out everything around him.

I didn't want us to burn out, I
I didn't come here to hurt you, now I can't stop

He saw her face in his memory. Her smile, her eyes. He saw their time together like a movie in front of him.

I want you to know
It doesn't matter
Where we take this road
But someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone

These were by far the hardest words he had to sing. Her words from the letter without exception.

Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another
Doesn't always make you want to cry
It started with the perfect kiss then
We could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn't keep this love alive

The worst part was, she loved him and he loved her. But it wasn't enough. Tears ran down his cheeks. But he couldn't care less. Fuck the people who thought he was a pussy.

I want you to know
It doesn't matter
Where we take this road
But someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone
So I'm already gone

Remember all the things we wanted
Now all the memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye…

That was it. He made it… He felt as if he had run a marathon but kind of relived. Emotionally exhausted and so so tired. Slowly he opened his eyes to get used to the bright light. His gaze went through the crowd. To his friends and his parents. All of them looking so proud and a little teary. His gaze fell to the entrance of the pub and his heart stopped.

Standing at the bar was a woman with chocolate brown hair and deep brown eyes. She cried and her hand covered her mouth. In her eyes Edward saw the same terror he felt. Totally shocked, he looked at his friends. All of them the same expression in their faces.

Alice was the first to speak: "Bella?"

The song touches me everytime I listen to it... I had to use it :)