Hello! I've been lurking on this site for months enjoying reading other stories. This is my first fanfic so please be kind! I've read and re-read obsessively but I'm sure there are mistakes. My hands are literally shaking as I post this...

Oops I forgot to add the disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Pieces

Chapter One

Present Day

The park was quiet, although the sun was shining the weather remained cool. They had decided to meet there so as not to be disturbed. Both sat on the ground, quietly and not touching the other. Bella had her arms wrapped tightly around her legs, her chin resting on her knees. Edward was seated similarly but for one leg extended in front of him. The silence was broken by her voice.

"So, this is it then?" She continued to stare straight ahead, not looking at the man beside her.

"I guess so." They sat for a few more moments until Bella couldn't take it anymore.

"Let's go. There's no point to sitting around here any longer." She said as she rose to her feet. Edward copied her movement, and they headed back towards the station.

"You take this train Bella. I'll wait for the next one." Edward told her. Dark eyes met his green ones. She nodded.

"Take care of yourself Edward." Since you won't let me anymore. She said, then turned and stepped onto the train. She waited until the train had pulled away from the station before letting the tears flow down her cheeks. Weak, she thought to herself grimly as she ground at her eyes in an attempt to stop crying.

"What happened to us?" She whispered, looking out the window. What happened to the happy, carefree couple they'd been just even a year ago? The easy laughter, comfortable silences, the afternoons spent making love? You know what happened, a voice said to her. And she did, she just didn't know how they'd let it get to this point. Rummaging for a tissue in her purse, Bella came across a silver bracelet. She'd forgotten that she'd tucked it away there. The bracelet shone in the sunlight, the charms on it dancing and shimmering. Bella fingered the tiny piano charm and closed her eyes, remembering….

Bella: Age 20

Edward: Age 21

Bella had finished her research, gathered up her books, and got ready to leave the library. She stuffed everything into her bag and slung it over her shoulder as she walked to the exit. Her usual route to the parking lot led her through the music building of the university. While she usually took little notice of it, today the sound of a lilting melody caught her ear. Looking for the source of the music, Bella peered into a few classrooms before she found her target. A young man was seated at the piano, oblivious to the fact that he was being watched. His fingers flew gracefully over the keys, a look of contentment on his face. Bella leaned against the doorway, letting the music wash over her. It came to an abrupt end when a book slipped from her arms, and landed with a definite "thud" onto the floor. The player started and whirled around to see a rather embarrassed dark-haired girl picking up a book.

"Oh, I'm…I'm sorry," Bella stammered, feeling her face flame. He must think she was a creepy stalker. "I was listening to you play."

"How long were you standing there?" He asked, looking at her curiously. Bella flushed even deeper.

"A few minutes. I…I didn't mean to spy, but you play so well, and it's one of my favorite pieces."

"You know Clair de Lune?" He sounded surprised. Bella nodded.

"My mother used to play it when I was younger." As if on cue the books slipped from her grasp, and fell noisily on the floor. One splayed open, sending papers flying around it. Bella squeaked in consternation, then fell to hurriedly piling them up again. The boy got up to help her.

"Sorry," She mumbled. "I'm kind of a klutz. You must think I'm crazy."

"No," He said. He came closer to hand her the papers he'd gathered. "I'm Edward Cullen."

"Bella Swan." She tilted her head to look up at him, and found herself openly staring. He was probably one of the most attractive men she'd ever seen. First, he was tall. So much so that the top of her head barely came up to his chin. He was broad shouldered but, overall his body was rather lean. He had a finely chiseled jaw and nose, amazingly full lips and a shock of reddish-brown hair that fell about his face haphazardly. His most arresting feature was his eyes. Bella had never seen a colour like it. Green, but not the usual pea shade, they were a dazzlingly bright emerald green and framed by ridiculously thick lashes. She couldn't look away and it seemed he couldn't either. Transfixed, their eyes remained locked with Edward slowly coming closer, and Bella unconsciously backing up until her back hit the wall. Then he was looming over her, his arms on either side of hers. He finally broke away from her gaze to focus on her lips. Bella's breath hitched as his face slowly came down to hers.

"Edward?" Came a male voice. Both Bella and Edward's heads snapped in the direction it had come from. A burly, dark-haired man was standing looking at them with a grin. "I came to see if you were done. When you said you were going to play, I thought you meant the piano." At this Bella's blush came back in full force. The big man grinned again. "Well, aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend?" Edward gave a frustrated sigh.

"Emmett, this is Bella. Bella this is my brother Emmett, also known as a royal pain in the ass."

"Mom taught you better manners than that Ed. Hi Bella, it's a pleasure to meet you." Emmett's smile was so genuine Bella couldn't help smiling back. "So, how do you and Edward know each other? I thought…"

"Emmett, why don't you warm up the car? I'll meet you there." Edward interrupted, glaring at his brother.

"Ah fine, I get it. Nice to meet you Bella, and I'm sure we'll be seeing more of you. I see that look on Ed's face." With that he left the room. Edward grimaced and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair.

"Sorry about that. Emmett's always nosy."

"No, it's fine. He seemed nice," Bella said. "Well, I should let you go. Sorry again about being a voyeur." She turned to leave.

"Hey wait!" Edward reached out to touch her shoulder. Bella looked back, confused.

"What?"

"I'd like to see you again." This beautiful man wanted to see her again?

"You do? Really?" She blurted. He looked taken aback at her tone of surprise.

"Yes, if that's ok with you. Can I have your number?"

"Oh…yes." She scribbled it down on a scrap piece of paper, and handed it to him. The brief contact of their hands made Bella's skin tingle. "Well, you should go, Emmett's probably waiting." She gave him a smile and left the room.

Present Day

Bella snapped out of her reverie as the train lurched into the stop. The bracelet slid from her hand onto the floor. She contemplated leaving it there, but it seemed like losing a piece of herself. She picked it up, and tucked it back into a pocket of her purse, then exited the train. Although her apartment was close to the station, Bella couldn't go in. It was the home she had shared with Edward with its happy memories and, more recently, the sad ones. Not knowing what else to do, she drew out her cell phone, flipped it open and dialed.

"Hello?" The familiar cheery voice answered.

"Alice. It's Bella."

"Bella! Where are you? Is everything ok?"

"No," Her face crumpled. "Nothing is ever going to be ok again."

My first chapter done! Let me know what you thought.