Sorry for not updating earlier, there is really no excuse. One of my fanfic hates is when author's don't update regularly. I hate it!

Chapter 4 – Coincidence?

Bella POV

I didn't know what to use! I had the melody, I had the piano part I even had the bloody score! Just no lyrics. I mean, I had lyrics. I had the perfect lyrics that fit so nicely with the melody. I could picture Edward's voice matching the tune and winding around the melody to create a bridge on the best line. 'You are my everything', yes it fit so well. So I did what I had too. I logged on and emailed him. Something I hadn't done in four years. I emailed my morphine.

Edward POV

Can I use your lyrics, I need them for an assignment, I created a perfect piano part and your lyrics would complement them perfectly.Swan209.

I stared blankly at the words on the screen. The woman I hadn't spoke to in years had emailed and requested the lyrics she inspired. Why did she ask now? Of all times, why now? When I met her, why do skeletons resurface? I typed the reply and ignored the anger coursing through me.

Do what you want with it on two conditions. One: Send me the recorded composition with whoever's voice you decide to use. Two: you don't email me again.Cullen107.

I quickly checked her profile, something I hadn't done in months. I found a new writing.

How can I still want you, after all this time?

Come to me Romeo, I am your Sun.

I am yours, you are mine.

The moon has fallen, it has begun.

Looking for your Romeo?Cullen207.

Searching for my Edward.Swan106.

Four words. Six syllables. And my world was upside down.

An hour later I was lying flat on my bed, going through every conversation. Every word written. Every moment cherished. Me and Swan106 had a past, but was it possible. Plausible? The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Me and her had been great friends and flirted very occasionally online. But it had never crossed my mind that Swan106 and I had ever crossed paths. Sure, I'd dreamed about where we would meet. Whether it would be raining, or sunny. Whether she'd be blonde. Whether she'd be petite or tall. After all my daydreaming I concluded that Swan106 and I could never meet. It saved me headaches and migraines. A seventeen year old can only take so much thinking in circles, never getting anywhere, before they build a wall. So I did, I said things I regret, even to this day. I remember our last conversation, the angry words and her tears. I said something I didn't mean, something that hurt her so much that she broke all contact, until tonight. After that… incident, she had blocked me. I could see her profile, check her writings. But she'd disabled her messaging and as for the writings, there were none. Just one word, crossed out. Hate. That word cut through my heart like daggers that crossed it out. She hated me. And she made that clear. That created my final decision. She was never to know the mask I wear. Cullen106 would remain a mystery.