I had to tell him and I had to tell him now.
I was just about to walk into living room when I heard him playing. It was the same piece that he had been playing for the last week, though it wasn't quite finished.
It was like he was trying to finish a story but he didn't know how it ended. The piece was beautiful; I could tell that it was a love story with a major complication that hadn't yet been resolved.
I heard a loud noise. He must have put his hands and head on the keys. He must really be frustrated.
I took this time to walk into the room and put my hand on his shoulder. He instantly picked his head up.
"I need to tell you something." I said. I sat down on the bench next to him. I didn't know how to start; I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say but it had to be done. I fiddled with my engagement ring.
I loved the man that gave me this ring but I loved the man that was sitting next to me more.
"I love you." I whispered it quickly and I was about to get up and leave. I didn't want to stay for his reaction; that is if he was going to react at all. I was stopped; he grabbed my wrist but not hard enough to hurt me unlike my fiancée.
"Why did you do it?" he whispered back. I knew what he was talking about.
"I did it because you don't love me. I did it because I needed to tell you. I did it because I didn't want to think what if?" My voice got louder with every sentence. He pulled me back down to the bench from my standing position.
"You're wrong." He was still whispering. "I have always loved you. I have always wanted to tell you but I thought that you didn't love me. And now you don't need to think about what ifs?" He turned my head so he could kiss me. It was the sweetest kiss that I have ever had; his soft lips moving against mine. He licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth for him. His tongue battled for dominance with mine and he won. I moaned in his mouth because he tasted like everything that I thought he would only better.
We broke apart; both of us panting. I touched my lips with my fingertips. They were tingling.
"Run away with me." He still whispered.
"Why are you whispering?" I asked using my normal voice now.
"Because if I talk normally you will leave. I don't want to wake up from this dream."
"You're not dreaming." I kissed him on the cheek. "Yes I will run with you. I just have to take care of one thing first."
I got up from the bench and ran out to my truck. I drove to La Push to return the ring. It wouldn't be right for me to keep the ring now that I knew that he loved me back.
I got to his house and luckily for me there was no one home. I didn't want to do this with an audience. I walked into the kitchen and wrote a quick note.
I got what I wanted and he got what he wanted. I hated to do this but I knew that he would want me to be happy. As I thought about what was going to happen in my new life I couldn't help but shed a few tears for the one I was leaving behind. He would be heart broken, I knew that and I could stop it but I wanted to be happy and this is what I had to do.
I left the note and the ring on the bench where it could be easily found. I walked out to my truck and looked back at the little faded red house where I had found love and friendship.
"Goodbye." I whispered to no one.
He would find the note soon; the note that said the simple phrase:
I'm sorry
As we drove along the highway to our new life I heard Edward hum the finished piece that only minutes ago he couldn't.
