AN: So, I know I said I wasn't gonna be posting this story up for a while, but I've keep it locked away for about two years now - I just want to get it out :P It's finished, and small, so I'll just post the chapters up whenever I get around to checking them over for the last time :] This story should have a sequel, but that won't happen for AGES 'cause I'm too busy to write a whole new fic. Sorry!

Disclaimer: I have no ownership over Twilight or August Rush...

Listen. Can you hear it? The music. I can hear it everywhere. In the wind; in the air; in the light. It's all around us. All you have to do is open yourself up. All you have to do; is listen.

Prologue: Place of Peace

Bella's POV

Mum and that man were fighting again.

I could hear them from down the hall. They thought I was asleep, tired from the day's activities, but I wasn't. How could I have been with them yelling at each other? They were supposed to love one another and yet they'd always fight. I've seen couples in the park. They're all happy with big smiles on their faces; but not Mum and him.

They thought I didn't notice them drifting apart, but it's become so obvious that I'd be stupid to ignore it.

They've only been together for a few months; just like all the other guys in Mum's life. I don't even know his name. Mum told me it, but I didn't bother to listen. What's the point if he's just going to leave soon enough?

Oh God. They're getting louder. I thought for a second that was my mother screaming something at him. And I heard a crash; I hoped she was all right.

Wait. God… The church!

I felt a smile turn up my lips for the first time in ages. I was in my bedclothes, so I quickly put on some jeans and a t-shirt. Glancing out my window, I could see the wind blowing through the trees. It must be cold out. I grabbed my coat and pulled on my shoes.

Now it was only a matter of getting outside.

I crept slowly out of my room, tiptoeing down the corridor. Their shadows danced along the far wall and their voices were much clearer out here. I blocked them out, not wanting to hear the obscurities they were shouting. Moving silently, I ran to the back door. They didn't see me; they were too busy fighting.

My hand closed around the doorknob and I twisted once. I slipped outside and shut the door carefully.

All I could hear was the wind howling. I almost smiled at the relief. But then, I realised that they could still drag me back inside. And so, I sprinted down the street, following the pathway to the church.

When I walked inside I saw the choir talking amongst themselves. I could see familiar faces, and waved when I was in their sight. I came here every Sunday, simply because it got me away from the house.

I sat down in one of the back left benches, only watching them. And then they began singing, harmonising with every sound.

I couldn't stop my smile this time.