The Departed
Rated: T
Warning & AN: Character Death. A drabble. Simple as that.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is Twilight.
It's quiet. Too quiet. Leaning over a pile of books, she presses the play button on her ancient CD player, letting the disc spin before a laser slashes across the bottom. Music slowly starts to spill out of the half broken speakers. So many memories, she thinks as she sits back in the old chair. Dust clouds swarm in the old house, leaving behinds clouds of a reminiscent feel. Even though much has changed, certain scenes still play clearly through her mind.
A piano is playing, the melody not lost on her ears.
Voices drift through the doorway. She can remember them like she were there, in that time all over again.
"Bella?" It's her husband, coming to find her. She pulls herself closer into a ball on the small chair. If she were a newborn, no doubt she would end up breaking it without meaning to. But now she has control. Wild strength tamed.
Bella doesn't fidget, doesn't waver from her sanctuary until a new and yet very familiar face is in front of her. "What are you doing up here alone?" He whispers, brushing back strands of her fine hair. She doesn't say anything. Simply stares at him. "Bella, I know you must miss him but how long do you plan on staying up here?"
Her brow furrows as she squarely looks him in the eye. "How long have I been up here?" It's a whisper but his hearing is highly sensitive.
"Four days, Bella. Your daughter misses you. She wants to see you."
Numbly she looks around the room, and then sighs. "Alright." They stand up together, walking in sync until she pauses at the door. Before he can ask, Edward watches her quickly turn back and pick up her old CD player she used to listen to his music with and a worn dark brown hat. He smiles.
"You want to keep that?"
His wife nods, her eyes wanting to waver with tears. They don't come.
"He would like that, I'm sure."
Quietly they leave the old house that resides in Forks for the last time. Tomorrow it will be put up for sale. The funeral was yesterday but still she could watch as the casket lowered in the ground. "I miss him, Edward. I want my father and I can't have him anymore."
Lips brush her cheek, then her lips and she takes comfort where it is given. Folding into him like she were designed for that ability, Bella closes her eyes and tries to dream a sleepless dream of her father. Maybe they would meet again. Someday.