A/N: Longest chapter, and they'll keep coming. I lied, Bella isn't in this chapter, she's coming rather soon though. Anyway, this is a bit fluffy, most likely the only fluff piece I'll write for this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Chanel, Tiffany's, El Gaucho, or The Center at Edmonds.

"Breathe out,
So I could breathe you in.
Hold you in"

It was dark inside the confines of the dull blue walls, the red glow of the alarm clock signaled that it was 6:30 in the morning.

How much time had passed?

I couldn't tell, I couldn't remember. All I could do was feel.

Her warmth, her soft breathing, her skin, her smell, permeating into my bones, her heartbeat pumping life into my cold, dead veins.

I stared at the cracks on the walls, thorny vines created by long-legged spiders in the middle of the night. She stirred in my arms, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her body pressing closer, her limbs moving slowly. I looked at her, as her soft eyelids fluttered open.

She was tired; dark circles underneath her eyes, searching my own. Her small hand pushing back a mess of bronze hair from my face.

I didn't know how long we stayed like that, tangled up, a mess of broken limbs. She breathed out, I breathed her in.

"You'll be alright Edward, if there isn't hope for you then there isn't any hope for me."

I was forever in debt to her, her and her Audrey Hepburn eyes.

The subject was never mentioned again. She pointedly ignored any topic that could possibly be turned to Bella. And I was grateful.

We grew closer, bonded by our dark secrets. She told me about how she used to think of killing herself when her mother wouldn't stop yelling. I told her about my visit with the Volturi.

She named off all the lives she destroyed back in California, of her shallow schemes and bitter tongue. Of all the boys who broke her heart and of her facade of the perfect daughter.

She stripped her soul to me, laying down everything, leaving her in nothing but bare bones. I told her of all the thoughts I had heard that passed through the minds of my victims. I told her how I had felt before Bella, the feeling of being trapped in a body you can't get out of.

She understood.

I hadn't known then, I was blinded by my former lover. Too deaf to here anything but the should'vewould'vecould've ringing in my ears. How could I have known?

Lia POV

It had been one week. One week since that night. One week since we had both shed all of our layers, and laid our true forms out in front of the other.

A river of confessions streamed out of both of our mouths. Secret prayers none but the other would hear, whispers of "now you see what I've done?" and "I've been lying for years," filling my once cold and dark bedroom. We didn't bother changing, we didn't bother admitting what we did was wrong, we simply let the words lace around us, wrapping us in a cocoon of vulnerability, of trust, of laying our life in the other's hands, of the deepest understanding.

There was no embarrassment, no shame, nothing was real and everything was real. This was just who we were. I took him for him and ran, never looking back.

"Hello,
I've waited here for you.
Everlong"

"I'll see you tomorrow Lia," Dr. Harrison beamed, "you've made so much progress." The bitch looked almost proud, the hell I had. No thanks to her.

I trudged my way into the torture room. The candy pills still making my head spin. I ran into a brick wall..

No, not a brick wall, Dr. Cullen.

He steadied me, stars swimming before my eyes..

"Lia, I'm glad I caught you! There's no need to go into the cafeteria tonight, you could just head up to your room, if you would like of course." There was a twinkle in his eye, where they feeding him whacko pills too?

Had my Doctor just told me I could skip dinner? This had to be a trick.

"No thanks Dr. Cullen, I appreciate the offer, but I'm actually quite hungry." I tested him..

"No no dear, I insist, there is a, ah.. surprise waiting for you."

He seemed sincere enough. Anything to get out of eating. I was, after all, a fat fat turkey weight of 108 lbs.

"Sure, whatever you say Dr. Cullen."

And with that I made my way towards room 104.

The door was silent as I opened it, the sound of Saint-Saens pouring through the speakers. Remembering our first encounter. Edward.

I walked quietly towards my bed, not wanting to ruin the melodious waves of music that were calmly swaying through my room. There was a dark colored dress, waiting for me. The scent of roses assaulting my senses, I looked to my right, noticing a yellow parchment with an elegant scripture.

I picked it up, lightly, still feeling it not my place to ruin the mood.

Meet me in the garden at 6:00

Simple.

I checked the clock, it was 5:00. I had time to get ready.

I picked up the intricate fabric, running it through my hands.

It was beautiful, it was Chanel. On closer inspection I found that the dress was not black, but a dark coffee brown.

It was a waistless, above-knee cocktail style dress. All lace and 20th century.

A straight neckline to accent my collar bones, and lace tresses flowing down the arms. Two elegant cocarde camellia flowers adorned either side of the sleeves.

It looked vintage, but I knew better, this piece of Chanel was in their latest Cruise 09/10 Collection, their fashion show in Paris not yet two months old. Almost impossible to attain.

My eyes wandered down, where a pair of the perfect accent to the gorgeous dress I was wearing were found.

I sighed, giggling madly on the inside, having no idea what was going on, but loving it immensely.

I hurriedly put on the dress and heels, and dug into my closet, knowing the perfect classic Chanel handbag to go with my ensemble.

I made my eyes dark and smokey, my lashes so long and thick that they looked fake. My newly purchased Diorskin Airbrush foundation making my canvas flawless. Originally, I had planned on using blood red lipstick, my signature.

I took another look at my makeup, deciding that it was best to leave the spotlight on my eyes, I used a nude lipgloss, with just a tint of peachy/pink. Perfect.

I felt real again, a blossoming teenage girl getting ready for a night out.

I put my naturally soft curls in an intricate updo, letting a few tendrils loose to frame my face.

And last but not least, I put in my favorite Tiffany's pearl earrings, simple but elegant.

I looked in the mirror. Seeking approval.

Pretty, but not good enough.

My almost heart-shaped face, almost because the top portion of my face wasn't really wide enough. My cheekbones, that would almost be considered model-worthy, were they to be a bit more prominent.. My too small lips.. my not-button nose... the list could go on and on.

Lastly, I looked at my eyes, my eyelashes, and my eyebrows. The only thing that made me remotely beautiful. I silently thanked whatever god that was out there for giving me at least one good trait.

I remembered when I loved the way I looked. I remembered when I was vain and narcissistic; putting Aphrodite to shame.

Why couldn't I see the same girl?

She certainly wasn't my reflection, this reflection was too fat, too short, too ugly, too stop....

I wouldn't ruin this night, not with my treacherous thoughts. Not tonight.

Edward POV

I waited anxiously in the small rose garden, it was a rather beautiful place. In all it's melancholy glory, there was no one out here tonight.

5:59 p.m

The vintage Rolls Royce was parked just at the end of the small pathway, I was taking her to Seattle tonight.

6:00 p.m

and not a moment too late, nor too early.

The smell of Coco Mademoiselle mixed with black roses assaulted my senses.

She stepped out into the moonlight, in all her Chanel glory.

I resisted the urge to gasp, she looked stunning.

Alice was right, the particular shade of the dress really did bring out her eyes. Her hair smelled of lavender, looking soft and wonderfully elegant. The lacy dress and heels doing wonderful things to her legs, her breathtaking eyes pulling me in, seducing me into their depthless ores.

She blinked, the perfect picture of a satin doll.

Her coy smile almost seemed to jumpstart my heart , what was this?

I smiled back, pleased that she was pleased.

Well, to what do I owe this great pleasure?

"You owe nothing, I am simply stealing you away for a nightly rendezvous, of turn-of-the-century proportions."

She gasped, her eyes impossibly brighter.

"Well Monsieur, I am flattered that you deem me worthy of such an elegant night out."

"You are more than worthy, Mademoiselle." I replied, taking her arm with mine.

I felt strangely excited. The fact that she loved surprises, and going out only served to boost my mood. Bella would've never let me get away with this, and I was more than happy to be able to take someone out who seemed to enjoy this as much as I did.

"Thank you." She whispered.

I continued smiling, grinning like an idiot. What can I say? I was feeding off of her happiness.

We walked down the small cement path, roses spilling out of their confines, overgrown vines decorating the otherwise bare sides.

We stopped at the car, another gasp, and a laugh.

"Wow." Her grin stretched from ear to ear.

"Before you get in, I have something for you."

"There's more?!" The surprise reflecting in her thoughts.

I pulled out the blue box from my pants pocket, a tell-tale sign of the precious gift inside.

"Oh Edward! This is too much, you shouldn't have!"

I chuckled. "But I did anyway."

I opened the small box, revealing the diamond and pearl Tiffany's bracelet.

"It goes with my earrings, oh my god. Edward, this is beautiful, I know you shouldn't have, but I'm glad you did." She spoke in a hushed tone, her eyes glazed with wonder.

I took out the bracelet, quickly clasping it around her delicate wrist.

"The diamonds are for your birthstone, and the pearls are for you."

It was true, she looked magnificent in pearls.

Her eyes locked with mine, they seemed to be glowing, unobnoxiously showing her gratitude.

"Your amazing, glorious, perfect, etcetera, etcetera.. did you know that?"

I couldn't help the foolish grin that spread on my face.

"I think I've heard that once or twice."

She threw her head back in laughter.

"Arrogant fool." she muttered. Her playful smirk letting me know she didn't mean it.

"You look beautiful, by the way." I whispered, hoping she believed me.

She looked into my eyes again, searching for the truth, smiling once she found that it was there.

"It's nothing compared to you." She spoke before she had any time to filter her thoughts.

And for the first time that I had met Lillian Marie Swan, I saw her blush.

Did you just say that out loud?!

I chuckled, I knew of her infatuation with me, it was expected. I found it endearing, though I would never admit it to her. She would've thought that me finding her "endearing" meant that I believed her to be a little girl. I could hear her complaining now, not just that, but the fact that she would most likely blatantly deny any kind of infatuation with me.

But Lia was not a little girl, she was a beautiful, albeit reckless, young lady. Someone you could compare to the likes of Emma Bovary and Elizabeth Bennet.

And he just heard you in your head too! oh my god Lia, just kill yourself, right now.

"There will be no mentions of suicide tonight, nor any self-criticizing comments."

She nodded, still in a daze.

Stop staring stop staring stop staring. Damn it Lia shut up! Wait no, respond to his question!

"Ok."

I am an intelligent woman, with very intelligent responses.

I couldn't help but to chuckle at her inner musings.

"Promise me."

"I promise."

Anything for you.

"And I wonder,
When I sing along with you.
If everything could ever feel this real forever,
If anything could ever be this good again."

I couldn't think straight, couldn't speak a coherent sentence, I couldn't even stop gaping like a moron at the perfect man standing before me.

I, Lia, was at a loss for words.

I had never, in all my sixteen years of existence, seen a sight as breathtaking as Edward Anthony Masen Cullen.

Here, standing in the moonlight, with a vintage car and an Armani tuxedo.

He looked dashing, debonair, stunning, handsome, godly,.............. and I was running out of clever adjectives to correctly describe him. So I stopped trying.

Thus proceeding to unabashedly stare like an idiot.

Before I knew it, I was seated in the beautifully old car.

"How did you get this." I asked, wonder laced in all my words.

"I have my ways, don't you know." He responded, obviously pleased of the effect this night was so far having on me.

"Where are you planning on taking me?" I asked.

"Oh you know, just to this small bar/restaurant in the heart of Seattle."

I had enough reason to believe that this bar slash restaurant would be anything but small.

I was excited.

I let a smile grace my features.

"Thus the 1920's theme, tell me Cullen, will you be reciting any F. Scott Fitzgerald tonight as well?"

"Only if you want me to..." He trailed of suggestively,

"Oh, but it's necessary." I continued.

His smile could not get any wider.

"That, dollface, will come later."

His fingers found the radio, quickly turning it on, searching for an appropriate station.

"STOP IT RIGHT THERE!"

I practically yelled, hearing the familiar beginning of an old favorite song of mine.

He gave me a perplexed stare, questioning my sanity.

"I never took you for the Journey type."

"Yes, Cullen, I know my way around the 80's, and this, although generic, happens to be one of my all-time favorites."

I listened to the soothing tune, mouthing the lyrics as they fed my heart, pumping an unknown rush of adrenaline through my body.

Just a small town girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere


Just a city boy

For some reason, I look pointedly at Edward. Damn it, I was getting cheesy. I didn't care.

This is what this song did to me,


Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere

all of a sudden, I heard the most melodious voice starting to sing along.

A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

He was no longer staring at the road but at me, I couldn't stop looking at him, feeling the truth of Journey's lyrics hitting my heart.

The beat seeming to intensify the moment, and it was perfect.

We were both singing now, both our voices soft, letting Steve Perry lead us along.

Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

I giggled in delight; pleased at my influence on Edward. We were going at 120 mph. How did he get this car to go so fast? It was as old as... well, Edward.

We were singing louder now... Both feeding off of each other's childish energy...

Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill

I hadn't realized I was full out belting now..


Paying anything to roll the dice....
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

I was ecstatic at the speed of the car, seeming to make the song even stronger. The beat pulsing pulsing pulsing, giving me an incredible high.

Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

I felt a sudden leap of joy as the chorus approached...

Don't stop....... belieeeeeeeeving.....
Hold on to that feeling...
Streetlight peoppleeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!

I was laughing so hard, I couldn't contain it. The sheer happiness radiating off of me.

My voice growing louder as the song continued...

Dooon't stop... belieeeevinnnnnng

hooooooooold on to that felaaaayeeeingggg. (yes this is how I was singing it, thank you very much.)

streeeetlight........... peeeeeeople.

the song faded away, but my spirits had not.

I turned to stare at the godly figure next to me.

"A fan of journey huh?" I tried, unsuccessfully, to raise just one eyebrow.

We both burst into a fit of boisterous laughter.

"You could say that."

"Yeah, or, I just have that effect on you, you know.. making you bellow inspirational 80's tunes lyrics at the top of your lungs."

He nodded, agreeing with me.

"What can I say, your addicting." He added with a smirk.

The car made a sudden stop, unaware of my surroundings, I looked around to find the familiar bustling streets and blinding lights of Seattle's uptown.

Outside, the sound of Louis Armstrong was pouring out of a small entrance next to our original destination.

"That, dollface, will come later." Edward's lips close to my ear, my breath hitched. I turned quickly, but he was quicker.

I smiled brilliantly at him, this was going to be some night.

I looked to the restaurant.

El Gaucho.

One of the classiest and most upscale restaurants in Seattle.

I should have known.

Edward POV

I escorted her through the doors, walking up to the man at the entrance to the main dining room.

"Names please?"

"Edward Cullen, table for two."

"Ah, Mr. Cullen, right this way."

Lia turned an impressive brow at me,

"Mr. Cullen? He sounds like he knows you, bring a lot of pretty girls here Edward?"

No, Bella would never let me take her.

I smiled at her, I had learned that more than half of Lia's accusations were usually the result of her playful nature.

"Only you." I winked.

It was easy talking to Lia like this, it wasn't uncomfortable, this was just the way she was, playful and flirtatious and the full embodiment of a young lady, she was all pearls and black roses and lace and everything I had hated yet everything that kept me wanting to get closer to her.

We were led to a seat next to the windows, giving us the perfect view of Seattle at night.

I must admit, Lia sure knew how to act like quite the lady. I should have known, it was no secret that she came from money.

"Can I get you two something to drink?"

champagnechampagnechampagnechampagnechampagne.

She was begging me through her eyes, and she gave a kick under the table for good measure.

How did she know we looked old enough to even order this?

I gave her a questioning look.

I know you can get it Edward, you can't get into Pampa's room unless your over 21, and if I'm not mistaken, you told me that that would "come later."

If this were Bella, I would've refused. Drinking alcohol wasn't something I planned on letting her do. But this wasn't Bella, and I have a feeling that she wouldn't take it too well if I didn't obey her command.

"Yes, can I get a bottle of your Moet et Chandon Dom Perignon Rosé."

Young people and their money, wasting a thousand dollars on alcohol, they don't even know what to do with their wads of cash.

"Very good sir."

I smirked. If I was letting her drink I was going to make sure it was the finest champagne she had ever had.

She gave me a broad smile.

"Thank you." She said, her smile never diminishing.

I felt strangely giddy at her response. I had the sudden urge to shower her with jewels and gifts and endless bottles of the finest wines, if only to see her smile like that.

I handed her the menu.

"It's your night, you can have whatever you want."

"Everything I want?"

"Everything."

Her thoughts suddenly changed, and If I were human, I would've blushed. But as soon as they changed, they disappeared.

She hastily picked up the menu, scanning the list, her thoughts screaming out the choices.

filet mignon, homemade cheesecake, chocolate bourbon cake, burnt cream, mmmmmm cafe diablo. calories fat fat fat, disgusting... stop.

Before she had time to sensor her words she blurted out "Can we just have dessert?"

Gross, fat, weak, 110 110 110.... Edward Edward Edward, your not fat your not fat your not fat.

I searched her eyes, wondering how to respond, her thoughts were a jumble wrapped in terror. But I could tell, she really did just want dessert.

I looked her straight in the eye.

"You can have anything you want."

I could hear heart beating in my ears, momentarily stunned, she couldn't shake out of her daze.

The waiter came back with our champagne and poured us both a drink.

I'm going to need this, she thought before she took a rather large gulp, but still managed to look composed while she did it. The waiter had left only moments before.

I had ordered her a carnival of dessert, little samples so she could choose whatever she wanted.

"I'm sorry Edward, it's just dessert, it won't kill me, cheesecake hardly ever causes death."

"Believe me Lia, when I say you have no reason to worry about your looks, your perfect."

I was momentarily shocked by the truth in my words.

Please don't say that.

"It's true." I said simply.

She relaxed after that. She had drank hers and my glass of champagne when the array of desserts came to our table.

Her thoughts were becoming more jumbled, less violent, her speech less censored, more amusing.

She gasped in delight when the dessert tray came.

Pouring herself another glass of champagne, she began her quest as to what cake she would try first.

"I wonder, what would happen if you ate this?" She looked pointedly at me and the small chocolate ganache in her hand.

"Nothing," I answered, amused.

"It would just taste disgusting."

She looked outraged.

She poured a drink for me, then proceeded to drink it herself.

"How could chocolate be disgusting?!" She whispered, quite comically, the last part, "besides, how does blood taste like? It has to taste like food doesn't it? How else would it taste good otherwise? I mean, do you guys have like, dessert blood? If you do, wouldn't it taste like chocolate, it would, wouldn't it?"

She was rambling, I was trying to contain my laughter.

"I guess so, but food just doesn't taste like it used to, it tastes like..... ash."

She was whispering furiously, looking around to make sure no one could hear her.

"But what about dessert blood?! Do you have that?! Do you drink that after your main course?!"

I burst outright with laughter.

A few older people turned in their seats, staring, a look of irritation on their faces.

"SHHHHHHHHHH!" Lia whispered, again. Her index finger pressed against my lips.

"People are staring," she explained.

I tried, unsuccessfully, to sober up.

"No, I don't think we do have dessert blood, because all good blood tastes sweet."

I couldn't believe how much I was telling her, but something told me she wouldn't remember this conversation anyway.

"So every blood is dessert blood, how horrible!"

Her eyes had gone wide, her mouth open in apparent horror.

"You think so? But you love dessert, who wouldn't want to have dessert for every meal?"

"You get tired of all the sugar, I wouldn't want to eat sweet all the time, that would make me gag."

Her face showed all the disgust she was trying to convey.

"It's the same thing with people." She explained..

I understood what she was trying to say, it was the reason she didn't like Bella, for someone who was slightly intoxicated, her food analogy made quite a lot of sense.

"It's a good thing I'm not spending all my time with sweet people isn't it?"

She mulled over my reply, then nodded in approvement.

"Correct, I would like to believe myself as a spicy kick added to your otherwise sugary life."

I smiled at her, oh how spot on she was.

She looked back at the colorful treat in her hand.

"I'll give you five dollars if you eat this, right now."

Her hand extended, the small cake dangerously close to being shoved up my nose.

I wrinkled my nose.

"It smells disgusting."

"Do it." she said once, I suddenly felt like a teenager being told to snort a line of coke by his friends.

Giving into her peer pressure, I took a small bite of the repulsive object.

She smiled in delight, my pain obviously causing her pleasure.

"Sorry, I don't have five dollars." She smirked, proud of her witty trick.

She went to pour herself a fifth cup.

"That's it Miss, I am shutting you down."

I took the glass away from her hands.

"What? You can't do that, you said I could have whatever I wanted." She didn't dare raise her voice, but her eyes held the tone she would've in other respects used.

"Not if said thing you want is causing you harm."

"Champagne isn't causing me an ounce of pain, I'm just fine, thank you." She pouted.

I chuckled, "You won't be in the morning."

She hmphed, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I no longer wish to speak to you, we shall be in silence for the rest of the evening." Her voice was astonishingly resolute.

"I'm sorry Lia, but I will not be silenced, it would be much too boring to sit here and say nothing, don't you think." I looked at her in the eye, smoldering my eyes as much as possible.

"Hmph...." her chin tilted up an inch.

"Your correct, but don't take that as a compliment, you did not win this battle, I chose on my own accord to listen to my inner voice that my previous command would make this night, indeed, boring long before you decided to agree."

Hah, excuses. I had won.

"Well, thank you for believing me worthy of your mercy."

She started giggling. The roleplaying over.

She looked down at the tray, half eaten.

"I am stuffed." She looked back up at me, her eyes dilated, her breath smelling of sweet alcohol.

"Well then, I guess it's time for the main attraction."

I winked at her, she giggled.

"Well then Mr. Cullen, escort me away."

I led her out of the restaurant after paying the bill and leaving a rather undeserving tip to the waiter who served us.

Thankfully, Lia could still walk on her own, her hips only slightly swaying, her intoxication barely noticeable. Well, to humans at least.

"Tonight,
I throw myself into.
And out of the red, out of her head she sang

Come down.
And waste away with me,
Down with me."

Out of reasons unfathomable to Edward, Lia had talked him into ordering a bourbon lemonade and a coupe de ville.

Lia was now, completely drunk.

She was dancing now, with an older man who seemed to think rather fond of the young beauty that had given him the time of day.

She was dancing with him because he reminded her of her deceased grandfather, she had rejected drinking the chocolate milk he had given her two days before he died because of the sugar content.

This allowed her to forgive herself.

Edward couldn't stop staring at her, she was mesmerizing. Her rose tinted cheeks and her doll-like eyes. Her lips had a peachy tint that looked perfect against her complexion.

She threw her head back in laughter as the older man twirled her around, her curls bouncing.

Edward POV.

The song soon ended, and in place, a slow tune that I remembered from 1933 sunk through the room.

Stormy Weather, sung in the fashion of Ethel Waters, the original.

The man thanked Lia for the dance.... she turned to look at me.

Dance with me?

How could I resist? I was going to do so whether she asked me or not.

I slowly walked up to her, never breaking eye contact.

She slowly put her arms around me, as the lyrics began.

We dance slowly, her naturally graceful movements making it easy to follow along.

"Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky, stormy weather
Since my man and I ain't together, keeps raining all the time.."

I heard her soft voice, singing along. She was almost mumbling.

I continued to sway her around, smiling at her, for the second time, singing right along with her.

"Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere, stormy weather
Just can't get my poor old self together
I'm weary all the time.."

I felt her smiling, her head now resting on my shoulder, feeling her voice in my chest.

It was bliss, peaceful bliss. The smoky room adding to the aura. The live music transporting me back to the days were I had a time limit on this Earth and I couldn't see as sharply as I do now.

All the naive hopes and dreams came back to me, the possibilities were endless, and there was nothing to stop me. I was on top of the world.

Can't go on, everything I have is gone, stormy weather..
Since my man and I ain't together,
Keeps raining all the time.

She slowly stirred in my arms, and looked up at me.

"I'm tired."

and drunk. she finished in her mind, It was 2:30 in the morning.

"I should take you back to the center, It's much too late for a young girl such as yourself to be out."

"You make it sound like I'm being sent back to an asylum," she mumbled while digging herself further into my chest.

She stifled a yawn,

"Definitely time to take you back."

She nodded in a dazed approval.

I carried her in my arms, knowing she couldn't stand upright on her own anymore. Placing her as gently as possible in the car, I quickly got into the passenger's side, and drove back to Edmonds.

Thanks Edward. Thanks for making me a real girl tonight.

She drifted off into a peaceful slumber....

After putting her to bed, I drove back to Seattle. Back to my home. Back to my family.

I opened the door, noticing that everyone had already retired to their respective bedrooms, or well, rooms.

I hastily went to mine, but quickly finding that nothing I was trying to do could shake off the memory of Lia tonight.

The way her body shook with laughter, her enchanting eyes, her sassy nature. I had seen the girl who used to be before the disease, and it saddened me to know that tomorow, she would not be there.

I had gotten the chance to see who Lia used to be, and I would be damned if I didn't help her come back.

Finally, after most of the other distractions failing, I retired to my piano, knowing exactly what I needed to do.

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Inspiration Pieces:
Everlong - Foo Fighters (acoustic)
Don't Stop Believing - Journey
Stormy Weather - Ethel Waters