Penname: inveiglee

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): T

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Prompt: Audio-Visual Challenge-Musical Mastery: First Love, by Utada Hikaru (Piano). Listen to the sample, and then write whatever comes to you first.

Bella walked through the snow-covered pavement, admiring all the Christmas lights that adorned the houses on her street.

It was something she did every December; a tradition that was started when she was just a freshman in high school.

Reaching the end of the street, Bella unlocked the front door of her house and stepped into her humble abode. The slight scent of lavender and homemade cookies made her sigh.

After pouring herself a glass of red wine and settling herself on her dad's favorite recliner, Bella shut her eyes and let her mind wander over to thoughts of a certain someone.

It had been exactly a year since she'd last seen Edward Cullen, and Bella couldn't have missed him more. He was the first to suggest they go out and check out all the Christmas lights. Together, they made it an annual ritual.

Continuing the tradition without him was harder than she thought it would be, and she only did it on behalf of Edward himself. He knew that Bella couldn't deny him anything, and the last thing he wanted was for her to place her life on hold for him.

The day Edward told Bella he was moving to Chicago, Bella could hear her heart breaking. The two had been attached at the hip for as long as they could remember. This would be the first time they would be apart from each other, and both Bella and Edward weren't sure if their relationship could handle such a distance.

However, their doubts were gone as soon as they had come. Edward and Bella made enough time for each other through phone calls, emails, web-chats, and they were still going strong.

Bella poured the remains of her wine into the sink and glanced at the baby grand piano that sat in the corner of her living room before heading up the stairs to get ready for bed. It was barely eleven, but she figured she'd turn in early.

Bella was awoken to a melodious sound coming from downstairs.

She glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table: four in the morning.

Draping her mother's afghan over her body, she trudged down the steps. Bella froze at the bottom of the staircase; she wasn't whether to laugh, cry, or scream.

Pinching herself, she realized she wasn't dreaming and walked hesitantly, albeit curiously, towards the man who was sitting at her piano, playing as if there were no tomorrow.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, and he turned around. Bella inhaled sharply before throwing herself at him.

"Edward!"

He laughed and wrapped his arms around her.

Neither of them said anything, but neither of them had to.

He was playing the piece that he had dedicated to her the night she had given him the final piece of herself.

The night where they both showed just how much they loved each other.

First Love by Utada Hikaru. The title of the piece said it all.

Edward carried Bella back up to her bedroom, and they expressed their love for one another once again.

Nothing had changed between them. Their time spent apart made them care for each other more.

Absence made the heart grow fonder.

A.N. So this is my very first WitFit entry. I thought I'd give it a shot. It's actually pretty fun! This idea just popped into my head, but I guess that's the point. :)