The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Jealousy
Pen name: Maximista
Pairing: Rosalie/Edward
Rating: PG
jealousy.
They think you sit at the piano for hours on end because it soothes you when you're agitated.
You don't disagree but you don't attempt to elaborate on these thoughts either.
What they don't know is that when your fingers attack the ebony and ivory, when you opt for Shostakovich over Chopin, agitation isn't your only opponent.
You're fighting to keep your memories at bay – memories that have haunted you, memories that have tormented you, mocked you for holding on to something that you never really had, something that you won't ever have.
And when Rosalie's rich laughter echoes across the hall, caressing your ears, clashing against the stiff staccatos of your frenzied piano playing, you can't help but feel grateful that you're the mind-reader in this makeshift family.
Because it's moments like these when the most plaguing memories begin to surface and invade every inch of your mind. Memories of the countless times you witnessed Emmett spinning Rosalie around and around, which had caused her to laugh just like that.
You pretended not to look at them then, just as you pretend now that she is nothing more to you than a thorn in your side. And you ignore that harrowing feeling that has overcome you, choosing instead to focus on your fingers and the keys.
But that feeling stays in the pit of your stomach because no amount of denial can change the fact that it used to be your hand she held onto tightly, it used to be your arms that spun her around just like that, and it used to be your eyes reflected in hers every time she came back around from the turn.