Near Life Experience, A Twilight Fanfiction

Near Life Experience

(BPOV)

New Year again…it's been seven years since I met that person who taught me how important life was. With him I learned the true meaning of life and love. We were only given hours to be together and I truly cherish those moments. He showed me that real love couldn't be measured by time.

That New Year's Eve, I met someone who would never ever pass my standards for a boyfriend. He didn't care of what other people would feel. What important for him was that he could express his feelings and he could say what he wanted to say. He was my polar opposite. I tried to be nice as long as I could. I was raised like that. I was raised to please people for my family, while he…he lost his family at an early age of five.

Before I could even sink deep in reminiscing our short time together, the first round of fireworks display had started. It simply means that it was already eleven-thirty.

Thirty minutes before midnight.

The same time when he had interrupted me from hiding in our soundproof music room.

I was hiding in that room not only because I hated the noise outside, but also because my parents were going to introduce me to the Blacks and that guy Jacob that they were planning for me to marry. I felt chills run down my spine as I refreshed my memories on that night.

~ Seven Years Ago ~

I hadn't even seen him and now I was meeting his family. I couldn't do anything about it because they were planning to merge our companies. Our company was struggling and theirs was very successful. I know that if I wouldn't marry him, our company might go down and it might be closed. If ever that happens, many employees would lose their jobs, many families would suffer. I couldn't even bear the thought of it. I didn't want others to go through bad things because of me, it just doesn't feel right and hardworking people like them didn't deserve to be treated like that.

I thought that a few minutes away from my parents, and a few moments delaying my meeting from them would lessen up my nerves. Maybe getting away from the noise of the party outside and relaxing for a bit would make me feel better. Maybe it could make me nicer and it would help me impress the Blacks and they wouldn't change their minds about our family. That couldn't be.

So I entered the soundproof music room without even bothering to lock the door since nobody would be interested in going in here anyway. They wouldn't find anything in here except from the collection of musical instruments which belongs to my late grandfather. They were really old and numerous. If someone sells them, he would surely have a lot of money.

From all of the things in here, the only thing that I touch was the grand piano in the middle of the room. It was one thing that I had the patience to learn. Music had always been my passion. It was my first love. It relaxes me. It helps me release my anger. It makes me happy and it calms me.

My feet moved on their own accord, they carried me to the center of the room where the piano was located. I sat on the bench and I lifted the lid. I grazed my fingers on the smooth keys and I pressed one sharp key. Soon I started playing random stuffs that calms me down.

Sweet melody filled the room. When I finished a full song, I found myself more relaxed and I was even smiling.

"You're really good," someone behind me said.

What I felt first was panic and then embarrassment. I must have looked crazy because I put all my emotions to the song.

"I…How…how did you get in here?" I stuttered.