At school today Bella asked me to go with her at lunch time. I would follow her anywhere, like the pathetic lost puppy I am, and so that was how I found myself in the music room. She looked at the piano expectantly and took a seat to watch me play.
I played her Esme's piece first and she told me it was really beautiful. I tried to stall and play some other classics, but she said she wanted to hear the piece I wrote for her in the spring. Eventually I relented and focused very hard on the keys as I played for her, not daring to look up and see her reaction. I could hear her heartbeat stutter, no doubt she was remembering that time, when I was stalking her and invading her privacy daily. I felt shame burning through me, even though I like the piece itself, it has become associated with actions that I am mortified to remember.
Once I finished, I quietly closed the fallboard and stood up, shuffling about and quite eager to have the whole awkward situation over. I still couldn't make eye contact with Bella.
She sniffed and said "Thank you for playing it for me", I looked up briefly and realised I had made her cry. I quickly returned my gaze to the floor, apologised to her and hastily made my way from the music room. She hated it. I should never have agreed to play it.
The memories must be many times more awful for her to relive than for me to, after all, she was subject to repeated violations from me and I was the perpetrator. What on Earth did I do? How deeply I must have wounded her.
A/N: Please leave a review! Thanks so much to my wonderful beta wh1teow1, please show some love and read Moirai, a reimagining of Twilight for the new decade! Can you play any instruments? I can't, but I love to sing.