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September 13, 1987

It was just another day for Edward Cullen. One of many in his long existence. Sometimes it was easy to get bored with the never ending time he had. Today was one of those days.

Edward stared out the window at the landscape of his family's Canadian home. It really was beautiful. But he couldn't take in it's beauty. Edward couldn't explain it, but his mood was off. He wasn't one that was prone to self pity or indulging in it. But today he just couldn't understand why he was here or what he was supposed to do with his existence. He was just that bored.

He heard his mother's thoughts before he saw her. I hope Edward is alright. He seems so unhappy today. Esme appeared around the corner of the doorway.

"Hello, Esme." Edward greeted her.

"Hello, Edward. Is everything alright sweetheart?"

Edward could hear the concern in his mother's voice. He tried to answer her as honestly as he could. "I'm alright. Just pondering a few things, I suppose."

"Is there anything I can help you with? Would you like to talk about it? Maybe talking about it will help you gather your thoughts."

Edward smiled sadly at her. "No thank you, Esme, but thank you for your concern. If I change my mind I know where to find you." He smiled at her.

Esme smiled sadly at her son leaned down, kissed his cheek, and left him to his own thoughts.

Figuring that he might as well do something productive and possibly help Esme feel better, (he really did feel guilty for making her worry) he sat down at his piano.

At first he couldn't think of what to play. Deciding to play something familiar he began the well known first few bars of Clair de Lune. It really was a beautiful piece and as he continued to play, he became swept up in the music.

The longer he played he became happier. Slowly, his mood became brighter and more hopeful. He couldn't quite place the source. He wasn't sure if it was the music itself or something else. His quick mind began to think that it was something else. That something, had altered, changed. But he didn't know what. He didn't know how or why, but by the end of the piece he was smiling. He was happy.

Far away in Forks Washington, a baby girl's first cry was heard…