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Almost Lover
This story is based on the song 'Almost Lover' by A Fine Frenzy
Summary: This story is set in New Moon after Edward has left. This is when Bella goes back to the Cullen house.
BPOV
I wasn't sure what the hell I was doing here! I didn't want to go back to my zombie like state, but as I pulled open the door to the Cullen house, I knew that this was something I had to do. All the furniture was covered with dust white sheets and you could tell that no one had lived here for a while.
It was too much, all of it, I felt like I was suffocating. I had to get out of there. I ran through the front door I had left open on my entrance stumbling a few times along the way. The door swung shut behind me. As I drove home I passed a garage sale which had a large sign saying 'kismet happens'.
I stopped the truck and got out. There was an old lady sitting under an umbrella, seeing as it had started to sprinkle. I went over to check out her CD collection but stopped short when a withered hand latched onto my arm. It was the old lady.
"No dear" she croaked out "the CD you want is not there"
"I'm sorry?" I was slightly worried that her mind was going as I replied.
"I know what you're going through, the same thing happened to me".
I didn't reply. I mean what was I supposed say, 'ok thanks you stalker'?
"I can see it in your eyes, though you do hide it well" she stated in her croaky voice.
"I…um…I'm fine"
"No your not, but you will be. Take this it helped me, I think it will help you to".
She handed me a non labeled CD. I thanked her and ran back to the truck, surprisingly without tripping. When I got home I ran straight to my room passing Charlie who was glued to the flat screen.
When I reached my room I shut the door and grabbed my stereo. Gently I placed the CD she gave me in to the stereo and hit play. The sound of a piano filled my room…
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
It was as if I was transported back in time, back to the meadow, back to Edward, his cool touch on my collar bone as he hummed me my lullaby.
Well, I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
I always wanted him to be happy, but I never thought that meant without me.
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
my back is turned on you
should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
I should have known that the miracle of first love would never last for me. Me the boring, plain Jane, meant to be with a living Adonis, it truly was my luckless romance.
We walked along a crowded street
you took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left, you kissed my lips
you told me you would never, never forget
these images
He taught me to dance, how it was all in the leading. I guess he lead himself away from me, from us. A clean break.
Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
I thought he wanted what was best for me. But I guess he was right I wasn't good enough for him. He deserved to be happy.
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
my back is turned on you
should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
Why did I let my heart open, if it would be broken?
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that
Easy to walk right in and out
Of my life?
I was haunted. Every night the same nightmare that I can't forget. I can't listen to music or do anything that reminds me of him. I wasn't strong enough to hold onto him and never let him go, I guess that was a sign.
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
my back is turned on you
should have known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
'We're leaving' how can those two words cut a person so deep. And now I am stuck with a hole in my chest.
The old lady was wrong. This didn't help. This just made it worse.
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