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[themidnightson]

It doesn't strike Edward that it's even happening at first.

He's sitting in a chair near the sunny window, reading a thick brown leather bound book that's at least three quarters his age, when the soft melody of musical notes just starts to accompany the words that are whispering through his thoughts. He pauses for certain seconds, between the words following the rise and descent and small trill and tinkle of changes, only to smoothly finish the sentence he's reading.

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[ofthefamily]

Esme's concern is a common one in the Cullen household. Carlisle stands.

The void of the deafness is subsiding quickly even though the fact of it remains. He's returning to normal and it's the first moment where Carlisle feels like It's going to be okay might not be a lie.

I am always here Edward

Carlisle smiles at him before leaving. Thank you for the Satie.

[themidnightson]

"Of course."

Edward stands in the empty room, too pristinely aware. He wants to be far away. He needs to replace his piano bench. He wants to run out the doors, not stop running until whatever is going to happen does. It worked with Bella for the first month.

Bella.


He wants to be there, too. Sharp and specific.

In the only place he feels at a loss for his anxiety.

Her absence for this day, for it's needs, have been taxing.


But he's supposed to be somewhere else first.