The next day, it's Saturday.
Once again I sit at the piano.
Right now I'm playing Chevaliers de Sangreal, one of my new favorite pieces.
I let my fingers slide calmly over the keys, I always feel good about it. I think about yesterday. I hope that won't happen again.

After a while, Bella and Rosalie come in. They talk and then listen to my piano playing. Carlisle says we had no choice. Otherwise there wouldn't be anything left of Forks.

I stop playing and go to my room. Bored, I start reading my old books again.