BPOV

Preface

BPOV

Four months, four flipping months ago he left me, and I haven't heard anything from them since. I had gone through a series of phases you could say; depression, anger, sometimes I was just terrified for no good reason, and now, right now I felt lonely. The only time that I felt myself was at my piano. Edward had taught me how to play before he left, and after he left I began to poor my heart and sole into it. At this point I was convinced that he was an ASS, so I am going to let him know just what he gave up. I am writing my first composition, it's called Listen to your heart and it's almost ready.

Charlie loves when I play my music, I guess that he thought he was getting me back and he was in some ways. But when I'm not playing, and when I'm alone, I'm not myself. I often sit in my room alone, thinking, remembering all the times that I had with them. I still missed Alice dearly, and as much as I thought I hated her shopping sprees- I hated not having them even more.

I sit here at my piano now; Charlie had bought me a grand piano when I started writing my music. And now as I sit here gazing at my ivory keys, and thinking about him, I figure out the last notes to my song.

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