Esme pushed him toward the piano.
He pulled me along, sitting me on the bench bside him.
He gave me a long, exasperated look before he turned to the keys.
And then hos finger flowed swiftly across the ivory, and the room was filled with a composition so complex, so luxuriant,
it was impossible to belive only one set of hands played.
I felt my shin drop, my mouth open in astonishment, and heard low chuckles behind me at my reaction.
edward looked at me casually, the music still surging around us without a break and winked.
"Do you like it?"
"You wrote this?"
I gasped, understanding.
He nodded. "It's Esme's favorite."
I closed my eyes, shaking my head.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm feeling extremely insignificant."
The music slowed, transforming into something softer, and to my suprise I detected the melody of his lullaby weaving through the profusion of notes.
"You inspired this one,"
he said softly. The music grew unbearably sweet.
I couldn't speak.

The song was still playing, my song, drifted to an end, the final chords shiftning to more melancholy key.
The last note hovered poignantly in the silence.
"Thank you,"´I murmured.
I realixed ther were tears in my eyes. I drabbed at them, embarrassed.
he touched the corner of my eye, trapping one I missed.

twilight
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