Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: Beta'd by Emmettgirl. Go check her stories out, she's on my fav list.
Prologue
I watched, hidden in the wing of the stage, as the man I loved pounded out his pain against the ivory white keys of the piano, almost violent in his actions. As I closed my eyes I let the sound of the crowd, frenzied in their adoration, sweep me away as they chanted out the words to the song – my song.
I tried to block out the pain, but knew it was a hopeless endeavor and so instead I let it roll over me. It felt like a physical weight, pulling my body down, and, for a moment, I was sure that I would be completely suffocated by it.
I doubled over, my shaking hand touching the floor in an attempt to steady myself as I tried to catch my breath. I knew I had to face this onslaught, I knew that I deserved everything he threw my way, and so I would survive this. I moaned slightly as the harsh lyrics hit me like a fist to my abdomen, causing a lone tear to escape down my cheek.
I had done this. I had created this song along with all of the pain behind it, though I hadn't penned a single lyric. I, Isabella Marie Swan, was the one responsible for this tragedy of a love story.
I felt Alice come up behind me and lightly touch my upper back, alerting me that it was time to go, but giving me enough of a warning so that I could get myself together before I fled. He didn't know I was there watching; he would never forgive me if he knew I was. In truth, it wouldn't make a difference anyways. I knew I was long past the point of forgiveness.
With one last steadying breath, I wiped my cheek and stood up, mentally preparing myself to walk away indefinitely from the man I loved more than anything else, all the while reminding myself that it was me who had done this to myself, to the both of us.
As I reached to push open the door to my escape, I heard the song drawing to a close. I paused to listen to the cheers of the adoring crowd, hearing their chants as they called out his name. They worshiped him and I couldn't fault them for it, as it was the one thing I wanted to do above all else.
He had become a star; his music had propelled him toward both fame and fortune, but when I'd known him, he had been just a man. The first man I had ever hated, but also the first man I had ever loved, all rolled up into one beautiful package. The man I was responsible for destroying.
I forced myself out the door, letting it slam shut behind me and allowing the silence to envelop me. I could go no further, though, as my body collapsed against the wall and I slid down into a heap on the ground.
I had used all of my strength to keep myself together during his performance, and now I was left barren. I was no longer a person, I was nothing more than a shell. Everything I was, I'd just had to leave behind me on that stage.
As I felt myself crumble, I thought about the irony of my situation. I had set out to break this man, but though I had won the fight, I knew that I had lost the war, because in the end we were both left broken.
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