Cacophony

Prelude: Silver

Summary: Bella Swan moves hundreds of miles away from the city that she called home to start a job that she's waited her whole life for. She considers her simple life perfect until she meets the beautiful and charming Edward Cullen, who shows her exactly what she's been yearning for for the past twenty four years of her life.

Silver.

Silver Insomnia.

The cacophony of colors that surrounded my day always came down to the beautiful, shimmering silver of sleeplessness on the subway train at four AM. From the dingy metal floor way underfoot, to the worn out seat that I was sitting in now, it was always silver.

And this was the seat I sat in every night.

My head bobbed lightly, tapping the headphones covering my ears against the glass windows. I twisted, leaning my overly warm face on its cool surface. The familiar cadences of some piano concerto washed over me, and again I was drawn to my contemplation of the color silver. It was cool really, icy in texture. Beautiful and mesmerizing.

It wasn't gaudy like gold, tacky like copper or cold like steel. Silver was filled with just the right amount of warmth and love. Silver was amazing.

My grey shoes (they were silver at one time I imagine, but they may have worn away in my tendency to drag my feet) swung inches from a glob of some unidentifiable substance. This was the subway of course, dirty and disgusting and overwhelmingly silent. No one but me and the homeless rode this early in the morning, and for that I was grateful.

I sighed and leaned my head back, humming along. The subway would come to a stop in exactly two minutes and twenty seven seconds. The doors would open and then close without mishap, and I would be left to my silver daydreams once more. Looking down at the laptop cradled in my arms, I grumbled softly to myself; this was the time I had allotted to working and I hadn't even written a word.

I opened it swiftly and checked the time. Thirty four seconds and the car would stop and open its doors. I smiled wryly and looked at the document before me.

How many times had I considered deleting this, giving up on it and everything it stood for? Two hundred pages of everything I had ever dreamed of, and with one click of a button it would all disappear. Of course I had hard copies littered throughout my house, but that thought failed to pass through my mind at that moment. Right now it was just me, the delete button, and my life's work.

The music stopped suddenly, followed by the screeching of the train on its tracks. As the doors opened, I was struggling to put the cd that was resting in my hand into my cluttered bag. Swearing softly as it started to roll away, I watched its progress until it hit the worn sneakers of another passenger.

My eyes traveled slowly up a long frame, covered in what looked like expensive jeans and a long coat over a white buttoned up shirt. As they got to the newcomer's face, all I could think was:

Oh lord, this man is Silver.