Epilogue: The day Edward met Bella
I was gardening with Esme when we heard the music.
We shared a look of confusion before Esme smiled softly. I set the hand shovel down in the dark soil before rising to my feet. I removed my gloves and let them fall to the ground as I wandered back towards the house. Stepping past the open glass doors, I headed towards Edward's library. I paused under the archway to the room and watched as my brother for the past half decade played a tune so emotional, so passionate, I was swaying where I stood. White paper covered the piano with delicate scrawls that I could only recognize as Edward's particular brand of script. Smudges of ink on the paper blurred out some passages, but I understood the overall message. Music, he had written music for the first time in over twenty years.
His long fingers painted beauty across the white keys with such ease, such care. He was completely absorbed in the music. His body rocked back and forth on the piano bench as his head dipped left and right with the rhythm. The pace picked up abruptly and he moved along with the speed. With his bronze hair wild and his amber eyes squeezed shut, he looked the part of a disturbed lover. I could feel his passion, his intensity from across the room and I could only wonder what had driven him to write such a moving piece of music. The tune tapered off to an end and I felt my heart lurch, wishing for more. He let his hands fall from the keys as he slumped in his seat. He turned those gold eyes to me and I knew.
Miss Isabella Swan, the police chief's daughter. She was the only woman I have ever known to break the composure of my brother. We had all panicked when Edward had been moved to slaughter earlier at school, yet immensely thankful that he had not. If Edward could break so completely, how could I dream of having a chance of strength? I could see now that she did not just smell delectable, she had touched Edward's heart in phenomenal ways.
"Just like Alice, huh?" He whispered. I smiled at my brother and nodded. Alice had melted me with her amber eyes and quirky ways, but she had moved me so completely, that by the end of our first day together I would have faced an entire army of newborns for her if she asked.
"I don't know if I would go that far, but I do feel a strange compulsion to stay by her side." Edward's words were not just acknowledgement to myself, he was admitting the truth to himself. He rose from the bench and cast a glance towards his homework. It lay forgotten in his backpack that he had slung to the side when entering the library. He turned back to me and we both smiled.
"Where are you going now?" I asked him as he passed by me. He was rubbing his hands together, trying to wipe off the ink smudges, but was unsuccessful. I pulled a white handkerchief from my back pocket and tossed it to him. He nodded gratefully and wiped away his mess.
"I'm going for a walk, I think." Edward said as he handed me back the cloth. I raised an eyebrow before chuckling softly.
"A walk, of course." I whispered before heading upstairs to mine and Alice's room. Somehow, I couldn't help but think that his walk would start here and end with her. He exited the house without further ado and I watched him leave from my window. Yes, he was leaving for her, because when you meet that someone, a journey starts. My journey had been a hard road that taught me to love unconditionally, to trust in others, and above all, to never forget that I had a home to come back to, no matter what I had done and who I had met.
Edward's journey was just beginning now and there was a brown eyed girl in Forks who was waiting for him to accept the challenge.
"Good luck and God speed, brother."
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(A/N) And that, my dear readers, is the end. Thanks again to Miss Ginny Weasley for so kindly requested a Jasper/Alice. If you are craving a fic, please, feel free to ask and I'll see what I can whip out of the blue.