themidnightson: ([Person] Bella - Explaining)
Parking Lot - Morning )
themidnightson: (Piano Man)
If he had thought it maddening to contemplate Bella's existence without it being an active part of his life, having it more present and contemplating how or why or whether it should be even more so, was only revealing that Bella Swan had only begun to show how maddening she could truly make herself.

They were home now at least. Bella's truck was back at her house. Alice was working on her computer design program. Esme was humming upstairs, blue prints and changes flickering in her thoughts. Rosalie was flipping through Tv channels. Jasper and Emmett were enmeshed in an eight board chess game.

And Edward, feeling too anxious to stand still (even it had only been the better part of two hours since he'd dropped her off), found himself seated at the grand piano he hadn't touched in so long it made him cringe. He ran his finger gently along the scales, hoping the pitch wasn't off for the disuse.

Finding it still perfectly clear and precise, with decidedly slow purchase against the keys, he began the first line of the tune he'd felt inspired to in the car.

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