BPOV
I pulled up to their house.
Just one breath and I could tell they weren't there. Very slowly I made my way to the house. As I reached the front door I waited almost 10 minutes. Debating with myself whether I should really do this or not.
I decided it couldn't hurt to just look so I entered the house. All the memories came back at once. I crumpled to the floor. After a few minutes I had finally gathered the strength to at least look around. I glanced at the huge piano standing in the corner on a little platform. It had taken me over 50 years to be able to play. And now I finally was able to play quite well. I started to make my way over to the piano. Without really realizing it. The memories kept coming back as I slowly walked to the piano. The first time Edward had played for me. The times he had hummed me my lullaby. The look of Esme as Edward played for her. Everything.
After what seemed like ages I reached the piano and started playing. I didn't have control anymore. My hands just glided over the keys. I just played and let the pain flood through me. I wished I could cry right now.
Realization dawned in on me, I was playing 'Claire de Lune' by Debussy. One of Edwards favorites as my own. I don't know how long I sat there, playing. Again and again, playing different compositions but all the same composer, Debussy.
Edwards favorite.
After what seemed like forever it started to feel a little more comfortable like I belonged there. Like it used to be.
I didn't realize that by now I had an audience. Not until I heard my name. the name I hadn't heard in over 50 years. Nobody called me that anymore, not since they left.
"Bella..?" a soft whisper asked with so much emotion, she'd be crying like mad if she could.
