DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bella or Edward nor do I own Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I know depressing cause you all thought that I actually did, right?
Author's Note I recommend listening to the song, Moonlight Sonata you can hear it almost anywhere, honestly you've probably heard it before without knowing it. I originally tried to write something that went along with the song but I don't think that I got it. It was actually a really hard story for me to write. I hope that you enjoy it, if I get enough reviews I might add another chapter based on a different song.
Quasi Una Fantasia
They lay together on the black leather couch in his room listening to the hauntingly sweet melodies of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. She lay silently in his arms enveloped in the music taken away to a place that only the music could bring her to. The boy holds her close afraid that if he were to blink she would be gone from him forever. He gently strokes her arms leaving trails of fire behind him. She sighs in contentment, her breath fans in his face stunning him with her lovely scent.
She traces lines onto his chest almost unconsciously; he stares down at her beautiful face mesmerized. He loves the feel of her being next to him, of loving him. He has waited many years for this feeling without even knowing he was waiting.
He knew the song by heart, knew all of it's chords and melodies. Yet never understood the meaning and emotion behind it. Almost a fantasy, like his life. He knew of course that it wasn't fantasy that she was real. Yet it seemed so that this angel should love him. That he had found the love of his life in this human girl.
The last chords of the song ring throughout the room there is no other sound but her slow breathing. The girl moves in his arms and kisses his jaw. He smiles softly, not understanding still how this angel could be so close to him a monster, but basking in the warmth of her.
"Quasi una fantasia" he says softly, a murmur.
She blushes softly at hearing him say the words though not understanding them. He brushes his fingers along her cheeks reveling in the warmth there.
"What does that mean?" she asks against his shoulder, she blushes as if embarrassed for her lack of knowledge.
He kisses her softly, "Almost a fantasy." He whispers against her lips.