The Piano

By irollam

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer, if I were; I would be working on a new book, not writing an insignificant fanfiction

Summary: Four months after Edward leaves Bella, she wanders, in a daze, to the Cullen's deserted house. There she finds a special piano…. Set in the middle of New Moon, fates could be changed.

I sit down at the baby grand piano and place my thumb on middle C. The cold hard ivory and ebony keys tug at the harsh memories that I keep under lock and key. After four months of fervent self-piano teaching, I was going to try to hold back the tears and make music.

The keys shine dimly from the fading twilight outside the windows. When I first placed my hands gently in the same position four months ago, they came away tinted by the dust that had coated this amazing instrument. Teaching myself to play was no easy feat. Every day after school I would drive to the entrance of the Cullen's drive and walk to this piano, never to anywhere else in this house, and play until all the light had disappeared. Charlie never once asked when I would run to after school each day. I got my homework done, I made dinner for him, best of all for him, and I became more of the pre-Forks me.

This piano had awoken something inside of me. Something that had been so dormant that I had forgotten what it was. That thing was passion. A newfound passion for the music that reminded me so much of him, and yet, my obsession didn't hurt. Well, it hadn't hurt me yet. But all good things seem to come to an end in my life, so I had better soak up as much of this music as I could.

So finally, I was ready to play, and play not just anything, but the song that sang "Edward" from my heart. As his lullaby was once inspired by me, he now became my muse.

I press my thumb softly on the key and a clear note rang out, not just through the room, but through my heart. And now… I play. I was not a master, but for someone of my ability and limited learning, it was good.

I had meant for this composition to be just music, but now words pounded in my heard, my heart, and now through my mouth. I didn't care if it didn't make sense or rhyme; it just had to come out.

"Pain cannot be eased in a wound as deep as mine,

And your face is still before me, imprinted in my eyes.

Forgetting you would be a drowning death,

And your name will ever be my dying breath."

Tears tipped over my eyelids, but I let them drip slowly down my face.

"Love will never mean the same thing again,

Edward."

I stop playing, the tears and my wild sobbing too much to continue. The wound in my heart feels as if it would swallow me when I hear a faint tinkling noise coming from beside me.

I'm suddenly aware of goosebumps popping all over my skin in a way that hasn't happened in eight months. I quiet my weeping, but keep my eyes closed as I listen to the soundtrack of all my dreams. My lullaby.

I open my eyes slowly, starting only at the snow white keys and the expert hands maneuvering the music. I hesitantly let my hands join the pale hands and I again start my song.

To my amazement, the songs fit together perfectly. Like they were made for each other, as did the beings that wrote them. I look up into the face branded into my eyelids.