Hello again FanFiction World!

It's lovelybella back from hibernation! As always apologies to the wonderful fans who still remember me and my story Eclipse Night- which sadly you will not find anyone; it was taken down for security reasons. And after waiting months for Eclipse, I must admit that it WAS better than my own version... Although I wasn't too fond of the whole Jacob/Bella tent thing.. *Shudders*

So, now that I'm back, for God knows how long, and I thought of this idea while washing dishes and felt that someone was watching me from my window the whole time- freaky I know...- hope you enjoy reading New Moon Through a Song. It's bound to make you cry. Well... it did to me... And again, reviews/updates, and you get your chapters. Its the only thing that keeps us writers going!

And I AM working on another OFFICAL Bella/Edward story, human this time! And much older! Hmm.... I've even got awesome pictures!

Well that's all for now... here's New Moon Through a Song.

SUMMARY:

Music expresses feelings and emotions. What if Edward never left Forks at all? What if he stayed in the shadows, watching Bella from afar. Bella, broken, found a friend not in Jacob, but in music. This is how music brings Bella and Edward back together!

Chapter 1- Come Back to Me- (B's POV)

The sun poured through my window, and squinting, I awoke with a start. Sunny? In Forks? Hmm… Extremely peculiar.

The sun would do me good, and unlike every other dreary day in Forks, I might actually smile today… thinking of the sun, and Arizona reminded me of Mom, and I couldn't help the little smile that came to my lips.

I haven't smiled in months… not since… since he left me. Since he told me I wasn't good enough for him, that he didn't want me.

It crushed me deep down inside, and just by looking at me, you could tell I was broken, lifeless.

His words rang in my memory, every waking moment in this horror I call life. No, existence, life is something I like. I know how much this has killed Charlie, how much it pained him to see me like this.

I never told him the truth. And I feel so bad about it. When the police officer came and found me, I told Charlie, that I left Edward, that I didn't want to go with him, that I was content where I was, without him.

It killed me inside, to tell such a horrible lie, because it was completely and revoltingly untrue. I need him like there's no tomorrow, love him to no world's end, want to go wherever he is, to be around him. But he's gone, and I have to deal with this on my own.

It's been months since he left. It's now May, and I have been chosen as Valedictorian. No shocker there, once he left, all I could do was come home, cook dinner, and work really hard on my grades and work.

I passed all my midterms and finals with flying colors, and was to graduate soon.

Determined not to ruin the sunny day I decided to clean up the house, cook Charlie a huge dinner, and then head out to the mall with Jessica and Angela, something I haven't done in a while…

I got up, noted that it was eight o'clock and did the usual things in the morning, glad that it was Saturday and I wouldn't have to go to school.

By the time I got downstairs, I felt light headed and surprisingly happy. As I walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Charlie sitting on his chair, coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other, I was surprised to find a note there instead.

Dear Bella,

Billy and the guys wanted to go fishing because of the weather today… Sorry for the late notice, but I didn't want to disturb you. You seemed to be sleeping peacefully… Jessica called and invited you over for what she called a "the greatest sleepover of all girl-time" so I will be back tomorrow afternoon. Hope it's alright for you, and if you don't want to go to Jessica's that's fine. But I suggest you call her back and hang out with your friends.

You know my cell, call me if you need anything baby. There's money in the pot for you. ;) Enjoy it.

Love forever,

Charlie.

Frowning, I put the note back onto the table, and stared at the familiar coffee pot with the paper logo pealed off. It was mom's idea- to have "safety money." And Charlie still kept it going.

I took the jar, smiling, remembering how I would come with money mom gave me when visiting Charlie and put it in the pot. I wonder how much accumulated… it couldn't be more than a couple 20s.

I peered into the box, and was shocked, no, appalled to see a wad of hundred dollar bills wrapped nicely, and placed inside. Underneath the wad was another note.

Dear Bella,

Your father wanted to make sure you had money by the time you grew up. I only felt the need to add more to it, and please, I know how much you hate it, but use it on yourself. For once?

Love,

EM

I stared long and hard at the note. I couldn't decipher the handwriting, nor who EM was. Giving up and throwing the note back into the pot, I closed it up and placed it far back in the closet of my room, where it would stay, for now.

I wasn't going to let mysteries get in my sunny day now.

Knowing that only one more thing could make me happier, I turned on the radio that was placed on a cabinet built above the sink, and began to clean up the house.

After he left, I found a friend in Jacob, but an even greater friend in music. I asked Mom, who was back in Arizona last month to ship over my guitar that I left at home, and she did, at an expensive rate though.

Since I received it in the mail I couldn't put it down. I played days upon days, surprisingly Charlie one day last week when he came home to me playing music in my room. He had startled me; I had never once before allowed anyone to hear my music- not even Phil. Mom knew of course, but no one else… He, unknowing to my talent, and seemingly somewhat thankful and giddy, left the house as soon as he finished dinner. For two whole nights he spent his entire day working on something in the backyard shed- and I wasn't even allowed to know what.

It wasn't until a couple days ago that he showed me what it was he was working on. Charlie, amazed and grateful for my music, went and converted the shed into a small studio, so that I can feel free to express myself as much as I please.

So music became my best friend, and it wasn't a surprise to find myself singing along with the morning music from the radio…

By the time the house was cleaned it was noon. I got up and went to fix myself some lunch. As soon as I entered the kitchen, David Cook began to sing.

(A/N: For all purposes of the sing along story, please YouTube David Cook- Come Back to Me and play it along with the story. It'll make more sense, and it feels like you're really there… Thank you!)

Music begins…

You say you gotta go and find yourself
You say that you're becoming someone else
Don't recognize the face in the mirror looking back at you

I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, listening to how similar the words were to my life. How much they expressed me.

You say you're leaving as you look away
I know there's really nothing left to say
Just know I'm here whenever you need me I'll wait for you

I began to sing the words of the song…

So I'll let you go, I'll set you free
And when you've seen what you need to see
When you find you, come back to me

At the last words I took my hands, lifted them up and did a little spin.

Take your time, I won't go anywhere
Picture you with the wind in your hair
I'll keep your things right where you left them
I'll be here for you

Oh and I'll let you go, I'll set your free
And when you've seen what you need to see
When you find you, come back to me

And I hope you find everything that you need
I'll be right here waiting to see
You find you, come back to me

By the chorus, I was dancing all around the kitchen…

I can't get close if you're not there
I can't get inside if there's no soul there
I can't face you, I can't save you
It's something you'll have to do

But then I realized that it was all a lie. His whole love for me. And I fell to the floor, sobbing overpowering my voice.

So I'll let you go, I'll set you free
And when you've seen what you need to see
When you find you, come back to me
Come back to me

I knew that it had to stop. I picked myself up and sang the rest of the song through. No way was I going to let music leave me too.

So I'll let you go, I'll set you free
And when you've seen what you need to see
When you find you, come back to me

And I hope you find everything that you need
I'll be right here waiting to see
You find you, come back to me

You find you, come back to me
When you find you, come back to me
When you find you, come back to me

And by now, I couldn't help it, but the tears fell slowly and heavily down my cheeks. From the moment Edward left me, the only time I cried, I felt the sadness completely. Felt the worst flood my soul…

I looked up, my face covered with streaks of tears, the betraying ones that left marks behind, and caught a glimpse of something bronze flash past the kitchen window.

Could it be...?!?

I laughed... No way. Forget it Bella. Get a freaking grip. He's gone.

Period.

But could I help the feeling that someone was watching me all along?

What do you think? Continue, or no? I mean, there are so many out there... But how many do we have with Edward ACTUALLY NEVER LEAVING HER??!?!?

I don't have to tell you what to do. You know the rules...

Love always,

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