Light in the Fingers

Tonight was one of those nights where I was sat in Edward's room listening to him play his piano while I watched him silently. He really was great at it his hands moved slow and gracefully over the keys.

Thinking about it I liked Edward he was a nice guy. Kind of stoic, his company was nice though. His movements made me envious but at the same time annoyed. I missed the small mistakes that humans made. It made not only for entertainment but room for improvement too.

As I watched his pale fingers continue to dance in a daze, I notice after a moment of pure silence that he paused. Moving my gaze to his face I saw that he was staring at me with a smile on his face. Rarely did I ever see one that reached his eyes. This one did though, barely of course, but it did.

He scooted over on the piano bench, leaving some room on it, and patted the spot next to him. Standing up I took him up on the offer and took the seat next to him.

He kept his eyes on me asked. "Would you like to learn how to play?"

I didn't really know how to play the piano, I had plenty of time now I suppose. "Why not, I have plenty of time might as well kill it." All this extra time really was killer, especially when the only real shops were out of town.

"Ok…keep your wrists up and copy these notes." Edward moved his hands across the keys. He went slower than he was going earlier, so it was easier to follow each key he hit.

When he stopped, he signaled me to start. I went slower trying to remember each key I got all of them except the last one which was far off. He left out a chuckle as I glared at him. "Don't laugh you I only missed one key."

"It was also completely off. That was pretty good for the first try though." He said this with a smile on his face. My glare turned into a pout.

"Here try this one." The next tune was simpler but had more notes. Some nights usually went on like this, except this was the first time I tried to play his piano. Usually we both just sat in silence while I watched him. Sometimes we would include small talk but really we just liked the company. I remember him telling me once "I like that your thoughts are muffled. It's nice having company and not being bombarded by what goes on in their mind."

I assumed that's why he never seemed to mind when I would come and watch him play. Honestly I just loved the company and tranquility of it. I didn't have to go out of my way to talk to him and it was a comfortable silence.

The only thing that ruined it though was my train of thought. I've been constantly thinking about ways to find out how I got here. Carlisle has been trying to look into old documents whenever he got the chance, but with him being a doctor and not knowing exactly what he was looking for it didn't help much. He was still coming up empty.

Edward's silent teaching continued, which consisted of me copying him after every pause, until dawn.

"That's enough for right now. Let's go get you something to eat." I beamed at this and hopped off the stool.

"Race ya!" I attempted to push him over as he got up, but only received a smirk as he stumbled ever so slightly back. I took the advantage and raced for the kitchen. Luckily I was improving with running and using my strength. Now it took them a few minutes to catch me.

After getting halfway down the stairs I hopped over the railing and headed straight for the kitchen. There were no footsteps behind me from what I could hear. Looking behind me I don't see anything.

That fucker he didn't even try, how boring. I stop running as I give up and walk into the kitchen. Esme was at the stove cooking. She really was a nice woman and her food was amazing. I would have felt guilty seeing as I was the only reason she cooked, but she always seemed so happy to do it. There was no way I could turn down her cooking anyway.

Turning away from her, I head towards the table and notice Edward sitting there with a smirk on his face.

"I do believe this makes me the winner."

What a load. How did he even get in here without me seeing him? He wasn't…at that moment I notice the open window behind him. "No way, I want a rematch! You cheated." This was completely unfair. I glared at him as I took a seat at the bar to avoid him.

That son of a bitch.

"Here you go sweetheart." My glare dissolved away as I looked at the plate Esme sat on the bar for me. It looked great and all… except there was way too much I could never eat all of what she cooked. She made pancakes, bacon, eggs, and biscuits. I learned not to argue a long time ago. As long as I took a bite out of everything and told her how good it was she never got disappointed.

I smile back at her as I thank her. "Thanks Esme, it looks great." I dig in as I throw glares at Edward, which did not go unnoticed seeing as I had to turn around completely just to look at him.

All I hear out of him when I would turn back to my food is low laughing.