It was a warm day in Forks, Washington. Unusually, that is. More to the point, most of the time, it rained in Forks. It had been five years since I had seen him. My high-school boyfriend, Carlisle Cullen. I had previously been engaged, but the man I had been engaged to had changed, so I had left him. The last I had heard was that he was moving and that he would love me forever. I had long brown hair, and Carlisle had always had blond hair. His eyes were brown, like mine. Today was my high-school reunion. I didn't know whether I'd see Carlisle or not. I hoped I did. I was going to wear a pair of black jeans with a pair of flat shoes, and a long top. I looked at Carlisle's picture which I had always kept beside my bed since I broke off my engagement. We had asked one of the teachers to take the picture, just after graduation, and we were wearing sky-blue robes and hats. I smiled, someone knocking at the door bringing me back to the present. I went down to answer it, just wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms, a spaghetti-strap top, and my bathrobe. It was just some random person asking for a Mrs Miller, so I just shook my head and shut the door. I hurried back down the corridor, because I only had a 1-bedroom apartment, and shut the door to my bedroom. I blow-dried my hair, and then switched my hairdryer off. I picked up my curling tongs and switched them on to give them time to heat up. Whilst they were heating up, I got dressed. I slipped my feet into my shoes, and walked over to my little table. The curling tongs were finally hot, and I began to curl my hair. Moments later, I was done. I switched the tongs off and they immediately began to cool down. I checked the time, and it was three in the afternoon. The reunion didn't start till four. I left my bedroom, and closed the door. I fed my cat, and scratched him behind the ear. He could be a little lion when he wanted. He was a pure grey tabby, and his name was Simba. I shut him in the kitchen, and left the apartment. I locked the door, and checked it. I dashed down the stairs, and out of the building. I unlocked my car, a 1965 Mustang. I sat down in the car, and put my seatbelt on. I started the car up, and put it in gear. I reversed out of my parking slot and drove down the street. I turned the corner onto Southgate because that was a quicker way to the reunion. I got to the school within 20 minutes because the traffic wasn't bad at all. I drove my car into the car-park and found a slot next to a black Mercedes S55 AMG. I killed the engine when I was safely slotted in, and got out. The driver of the Mercedes got out too. I immediately recognised the driver. It was Carlisle.
"Carlisle!" I said, and he turned around, shutting the door of his car.
"Caitlyn?" he asked. I nodded and he came around to me. "Oh my gosh, it's been so long since we last saw each other!"
"I know! I'm sorry I never wrote, I moved and I lost your address."
"I moved myself. I moved out of my parent's house when I got married." he said.
"You're married?" I asked faintly. He shook his head."She died a couple of years ago. So I'm alone again now."
"Carlisle, I'm so sorry. How did she-" I asked.
"Cancer." was all he said.
"Oh, no." I said, my hand on Carlisle's shoulder. He slipped his arm around me, and hugged me tightly. He rubbed my arm and sighed.
"She died in her sleep, which is the best way. That was the way she always said she wanted to go." He explained. I listened to his story.
"My mum said that. I ended up living with my grandparents for a couple of months after I left my fiancé last year until I could find a decent apartment here in Forks, because this is home to me. This was where I was born and I love it here."
"You were engaged?"
"Yeah, he was so loving when we started dating, but as time went on, we grew apart and he got angry because I buried myself in my music when he got drunk. If I'd have known he would have been like that I wouldn't have gone out with him in the first place. It was only after his brother killed himself that he began to drink." I explained. Tears welled up in my eyes and I slipped out of Carlisle's embrace. I turned away and wiped my eyes, but he saw me.
"Come here." he said, and he pulled me into a hug. "Let it out." He took me round to the back and we sat on a bench. I curled up in Carlisle's warm embrace, crying quietly. I cried into his shirt until I could cry no more. My eyes were all puffy, swollen and red from the crying. Carlisle dug into his pocket and found a packet of unused tissues. He passed them to me, and he wiped my eyes for me. I smiled when he chucked me under my chin gently. "I've missed you. Esme and I used to talk about you."
"Really?" I asked, smiling.
"Yes. She often said she would have liked to have met you. The day before she died, she told me that I should be with someone. She didn't want me to be alone. I didn't feel ready to find someone until the other day. The good thing about this is though, we already know everything about each other and we're comfortable around one another." He said, and I nodded. "So, will you go out with me?" I could hear the hope in his voice, and heaven knew I still loved him with all my heart. So I decided to become his girlfriend once more.
"Yes, Carlisle. I know for a fact that you're the one for me. Because my fiancé was an idiot, and I know that you would never treat me like that." I said, and I checked the time. It was half past three. The reunion would start at four.
"You know, I hoped I would run into you today."
"Me too." I replied, and he smiled before kissing me sweetly on my lips. I smiled when his lips left mine. He still smelled faintly of cologne, the one I loved, and I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.
