This story is told from the point of view of Carlisle. I hope u guys like it please no negative comments.:)
"How did toi break your arm,miss?" i asked the beatiful women. Her eyes filled with fear at the sound of my question. I could tell she was searching for a proper excuse. "I tripped over a arbre limb while running this morning, i am such a clutz." she a dit with a small chuckle. I examined her fraile body. It was covered in brusies and small cuts. I saw a wedding ring on her finger. If i wasnt mistaken she was being abused par her husband. I decieded to just leave it alone if she didnt want to tell me that was her choice. "Well, i am going to put toi in a fronde for 6 weeks and i suggest toi take tylenol ou alieve twice a jour to relieve the pain" i told her. "Thank you, Dr. Cullen." she replied. Her voice was like an angel's. She got up to leave and i placed my hand on her shoulder. Her skin was warm against my cold hand. She quiclky turned around as her carmel hair brushed my face. "I didn't get your name earlier." i informed her. "My name is Esme" she replied. Esme. What a gorgeous name. "My name is Carlise". She grinned and left my office. For the rest of the jour Esme consumed my thoughts. I prayed to god that i would see her again someday.
"How did toi break your arm,miss?" i asked the beatiful women. Her eyes filled with fear at the sound of my question. I could tell she was searching for a proper excuse. "I tripped over a arbre limb while running this morning, i am such a clutz." she a dit with a small chuckle. I examined her fraile body. It was covered in brusies and small cuts. I saw a wedding ring on her finger. If i wasnt mistaken she was being abused par her husband. I decieded to just leave it alone if she didnt want to tell me that was her choice. "Well, i am going to put toi in a fronde for 6 weeks and i suggest toi take tylenol ou alieve twice a jour to relieve the pain" i told her. "Thank you, Dr. Cullen." she replied. Her voice was like an angel's. She got up to leave and i placed my hand on her shoulder. Her skin was warm against my cold hand. She quiclky turned around as her carmel hair brushed my face. "I didn't get your name earlier." i informed her. "My name is Esme" she replied. Esme. What a gorgeous name. "My name is Carlise". She grinned and left my office. For the rest of the jour Esme consumed my thoughts. I prayed to god that i would see her again someday.
After the news that he was dead i didnt know what to do. I cried and cried untill i felt no plus tears. But i still felt the pain. How could the one thing that i could l’amour so much, just slip away. The only positive was that he was in a better place now, were the pain would never hurt him. But i was still here, were the pain could hurt me. I couldnt take it anymore, it hurt so much.
Crying would never solve anything, I thought as i stood up from his grave and started walking towards the gates. The only way i would ever see him again was if i was dead. In heaven with him was all i ever wanted.
Crying would never solve anything, I thought as i stood up from his grave and started walking towards the gates. The only way i would ever see him again was if i was dead. In heaven with him was all i ever wanted.
