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Mar. 18th, 2009 10:35 pmIt 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.
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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Date: 2009-03-19 02:49 pm (UTC)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.