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Prologue: Realizations.

Summary- newly engaged couple Edward and Bella are chasing Edward's dream to become a famous musician. Will fame change Edward? Is Bella willing to give up her job, friends and family? Can their love survive the journey along the way?

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Bella Swan:

I leaned back against the side of the overcrowded room and let my eyes take in everything surrounding me;

It was dark and I could make out the shadows of the bodies rushing around; checking and double-checking, making sure the gear wasn't damaged and that he looked perfect.

He always did.

I saw a flash of copper-red hair and I immediately felt the way my body reacted to being within close proximity of him. It was like every nerve in my body was bubbling with electricity.

I followed him with my eyes and saw he was headed towards a group of reporters. He had his guitar in hand already and he led them towards the couch.

The people around me automatically grew quiet and you could hear the reporter asking him the basic questions.

How did you start out?

Where are you from?

What high school did you attend?

Then, she asked the always-dedreaded question;

Are you single?

I knew he was going to say it; he always did. But I couldn't help but feel the pang in my heart each time he said it. His eyes briefly flickered over to where I stood motionless. He opened his mouth, biting his right lip slightly before answering;

Yes.

I felt my heart constrict at his words, but I knew it was better if the paparazzi didn't know, but it never stopped hurting.

Usually reporters never noticed me, but this one had a quick eye, her eyes flickered over to mine and hers widened slightly.

Then she asked the most frequently asked question.

Who is she?

Usually, he wouldn't have time to answer or he would ignore them. But this time the cameras had him surrounded; he had no way of getting out of this.

I quickly glanced down at my left hand and twirled the engagement ring that rested on my ring finger; the huge diamond surrounded by two beautiful sapphire stones and my heart raced remembering the day that changed my life. I smiled down at my ring then raised my eyes to hear his response.

Would he deny it?

His emerald green eyes gazed into mine and I felt the blood coursing through my veins, he might've changed recently but he was still mine.

His grip on the microphone tightened ever so slightly, the reporter didn't realize it, but I did, whenever he was nervous he always fumbled with his hands.

He raised the microphone to his mouth and his eyes were trained on mine. He cleared his throat and then his silky smooth voice spoke.

She's no one.

The second the words left his lips pain immediately shot through me and I stumbled back slightly.

The tears were already starting to form and I tried to control myself. I didn't want to break now.

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The interview finished and he immediately walked over to his makeup chair.

"Show time in 15 Cullen." One of the announcers backstage yelled. Edward nodded slightly and went back to looking at himself in the mirror.

"Bella." I heard him call out and I finally moved from where I was standing, I tripped over a loose wire but I quickly caught myself and continued walking towards him.

Everything was all right, he was going to apologize and all would be well again.

I finally reached him and I fumbled with the hem of my shirt until I heard him speak again;

"Did you bring my iphone?" he asked in a harsh tone and I was immediately taken back. The hurt immediately came back and it took me a couple of seconds to recover.

"No, I thought you had it." I replied back not meeting his eyes, he was in such a rush to get here hadn't he grabbed it?

I heard his fist crash against the table and I flinched back.

"Dammit Bella, I thought I told you to grab it!" he whispered harshly and I felt my eyes widen in surprise.

Edward, my Edward never spoke to me like that.

"I'm sorry." I whispered and I felt a tear slip out of my eye. I quickly caught it.

"Yeah, well I am too. Look just—just go away, there's too many people around." He spat and I nodded slightly and walked back over to the corner.

He was just frustrated I told myself. He was having a hard time away from his family; his sudden fame has affected the both of us;

I had to quit my job.
We left Chicago.
We left Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper and Alice.
We left Esme and Carlisle.
I quit school.

We had to make these changes—this has always been his dream and I didn't want to hold him back.

He gave me everything, and I could help him accomplish his dream. I wasn't taking that away from him.

But still—it hurt when he snapped at me, which if I had to admit was becoming a lot more frequent. I loved school; I loved my job and friends.

But I loved Edward a lot more.

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"5 minutes till show time." A woman carrying a blow horn screeched. I watched Edward with my eyes and I frowned when I saw him fumbling with something in his pocket.

He pulled out a small Ziploc bag.

I narrowed my eyes and didn't hold back my gasp when I realized what the bag contained;

Cocaine.

I watched in shock and bewilderment as he formed the lines on his desk and snorted each and every one of them.

As I watched him wipe his nose with the back of his hand my brain went into instant overload and I held back a groan as a headache was starting to form. I starred at the back of his head as I watched him carefully place the bag back into the inner compartment of his hoodie.

The fact that he hid it there made everything worse—that was our hoodie, it's been with us for years keeping us warm, we shared it and loved it more than any sane couple should. His eyes were gazing around—making sure none of the people buzzing around saw. As I watched in silent horror I came across a couple of conclusions:

This wasn't my Edward;
The one who bought me yellow roses when it rained.
The one who woke me up with breakfast in bed.
The one who always tried to spoil me even though we weren't financially stable.
The Edward I fell in love with in high school.
The one who held my hand when I had to get stitches on my leg when I tripped over his skateboard in the 8th grade.

This was someone completely different;

He was angry.
He was rude.
He snapped at me.
He bossed people around.
He never called his parents or friends back.
He never told me he loved me anymore.

No, this wasn't my Edward; this Edward was being controlled by his fame.

And I didn't like it.
This was building up; I was too blind to see it coming.
I couldn't do anything then.
But I certainly could now.

I let the tears flow out of my eyes, I was too tired to wipe them away, and they kept coming back.

I heard the crowd scream when he was announced.
He didn't glance back at me before heading out to the stage.
He always did.
I didn't see his excited eyes.
I didn't see the Edward who lived and breathed music.
He was gone.

When I heard the audience roar I glanced around the room and my eyes flickered to the hoodie. I bit my lip as I walked over to it and opened the inside pocket. I reached inside and snaked my fingers around the Ziploc bag, I saw some leftovers of his knew hobby and my body shook with silent sobs. I quickly placed my ring inside of it and then grabbed the hoodie and threw it over his backpack.

I grabbed my old cardigan from behind the door and zipped it up.
I fumbled with my phone looking for the number of a taxi.
I barely knew anyone here;
I had no one to call and ask for a ride.
No friends to depend on.
I gave that all up to help Edward chase his dream.
I did a lot of things for Edward.
But now, now I was going to do something for myself.

I was going home;
Back to my friends and family.
Back to work and school.
Back to my crappy apartment Edward and I shared.
Back to everything I knew and loved.

Edward could do whatever he wanted, he had his fame, and he had his precious dream.

He had it all now;
The fame.
The money.
The fans.
The paparazzi following his every move.

But the one thing he didn't have—the one irreplaceable thing he couldn't buy with all the money he now made?

He didn't have me anymore.

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AN:

Like it? Hate it? Let me know please! This is just the prologue; the next chapter will start by showing their lives before he got famous and it will slowly build up to this.