Chapter one
The love of music we both shared was amazing. My best friend – Edward Anthony Masen – has been able to play any instrument for as long as we could remember. Of course, he has been trying to teach me but to no avail. It was on my ninth birthday when I first realised I was falling in love with him. You're probably thinking, what would I know of love at such a young age? Well I had seen it. Edward's parents were two people who were truly in love with each other. I couldn't use my parents, although they did love each other, it was unlike their love. My parents loved one another as friends more than anything.
Anyway on my ninth birthday, Edward came over carrying nothing in his hands. At first I was disappointed thinking he forgot and didn't have time to get something or that he didn't like me anymore. But boy was I surprised when he walked over to the piano and sat down. Turns out he spent the whole year writing me a song without me knowing. This is a huge feat considering I have been practically attached to his hip since our childhood.
When he turned eleven though, it all went downhill. His parents were in an accident on the way to out graduation ceremony from primary school. (Tell me if this is wrong. I'm from Australia and primary school goes to grade seven at the age of twelve. But I heard America only goes to grade six.) The roads were slippery and unfortunately they slid straight off the road into a tree. Edward wouldn't cry in front of me as he held his dying mother's hand. The family doctor at the time, Dr Carlisle Cullen, tried everything he could to save them but it was too late. They were buried a few days later.
As his mothers dying wish, Dr Cullen adopted Edward.
Nothing was the same after that. Edward seemed to see his parents everywhere. I could tell he was braking inside and I tried to hold strong for him. I was only eleven, what was I suppose to do? One day, Edward came to me out the front of my house. Their family was moving. Everyone said it was for the best and that he needed to start over again. Yet nothing worked on me. I was still sad to hear I was losing my best friend.
And since that day I haven't seen him once. I hadn't had any contact at all in fact. Until today that is. Unfortunately today is just a little too late.