Fallen Angel Broken Song
Banner by Marauder by Midnight What if... Edward wasn't as strong as we thought he was? ***Eclipse References***
13. Broken Song
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The Volvo pulled silently into the drive, and Edward put it into park, killing the engine. We sat quietly for a moment, staring ahead through the windshield at the glowing windows of the house.
“Thank you,” I said finally, though I was still surprised that the words had made it past my teeth.
“God Bella,” he whispered, not looking at me. “What for?”
“I’m not sure yet,” I answered.
Slipping from the car, I headed up the walk, crossing the ice gracefully. I had to smile, thankful that my clumsiness had disappeared. I heard the door of the car slam just before I stepped into the house. Turning the corner of the hall, Alice practically barreled me over.
“Umm, yeah.” I breathed, trying to regain my balance.
“Where’s Edward?” she asked looking me up and down.
“He’s coming,” I said, slightly confused. Then I knew. She thought we had had it out, solved our differences with our fists and our teeth. Tacky.
“Anyway,” she said, “Come on, I put everything in your room.”
I let her drag me up the stairs, even though I knew that the rest of the vampires in the living room were dying to know what had happened. I wasn’t sure I wanted to share what had happened between Edward and me, so I was just fine with the escape Alice so conveniently provided.
The sheer number of bags on the bed made my jaw drop. There were at least a dozen shoe boxes, and there wasn’t a single brand I recognized. Dazedly, I opened up the closet and dresser drawers.
“On no,” Alice warned. “You’ve got to try everything on.”
“All of it?” I asked. “That’ll take hours.”
“We’ve got all night,” she shrugged.
She was right. Damn. Resigned to a night of playing dress up, I kicked off my worn sneakers and opened the first box. I couldn’t be sure, but my eyeballs probably popped out of my head. The six inch stilettos were black and strappy, and looked sharp enough to stab even a vampire to death.
“Death on heels,” I murmured.
Alice burst out laughing, gripping her sides. I sent her an evil eye, but it only made her laugh harder. Sighing, I sat on the edge of the bed and gingerly laced up my own personal death machines. Holding onto the bedpost for dear… well life, I stood. My ankles wobbled a tiny bit, but I caught my balance and took a few steps.
“Whoa,” I breathed.
Clearly my balance was better, because I managed to turn around and make it back to the bed without breaking my unbreakable bones. When I had reached the safety of the mattress I quickly took off the shoes.
“That was really good Bella,” Alice encouraged. “A little practice and you’ll have a killer walk.”
I had to smile a little bit at her choice of words. We spent a good half hour just going through the shoes. Some of them were more conservative than the first pair, but there wasn’t a single set that even slightly resembled tennis shoes.
I had just pulled out a gorgeous suede jacket when the first tinkling sounds began to filter through the walls. I paused, the jacket held midair. The piano notes hung in the air, soft and somber, but more beautiful than anything I had ever heard.
“What is that?” I whispered.
“Edward writes his own music,” Alice said quietly, watching me through lowered eyelids.
“Why does it sound so sad? Broken?”
“He plays what he feels. If he’s broken, so is his music.”
The words seemed to thud into my chest like bricks, pounding home each crystal note. I slowly let out a breath, and the music died away. I felt a hurt deep inside when it ended. I wanted more, wanted to sit behind him unseen and watch his slender fingers play over the keys, ivory on ivory.
Wait, what? I mentally slapped myself. He shares one light show, one song with me, and now I’m constructing images like that? Shaking my head, I slipped on the jacket I still held. I spent the rest of the night trying on the clothes, but I was distracted, waiting for the music to start again. I knew Alice could tell, and even though she never said a word, I couldn’t help but notice that she would become still for many minutes, staring off into the future.
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