Author's Note: Eh. I wrote this story just now, and was sort of pleased with it…It's from Esme's POV, and it's a random little thing with her reflecting on her past, and her opinion on some things. This will only be a one-shot, but I might write more from different peoples' POVs, about the same things. Idk yet. Just enjoy! ~luckoftheIRISH19
Esme
"Lucky" is an understatement.
As I reflect back on my sad past, and then see where I am today, I know that this is all I've ever wanted. It might seem silly, even crazy, but I cherish my past as something I know has made me a better person, and who I am today.
Sometimes, I think about the things that have happened to me, and find myself sad and distraught. I mean, I can't think of what would have happened if I stayed with Charles. I would've been dead. If my son would have lived to see the things that Charles did to me…I would've been dead. If Carlisle, my dear husband, had not found me, had not treated me at the morgue…I would've been dead. I would never live again, never learn again, never love again.
I guess Edward, Bella, Rose, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice are to make up for all the love I could have had back in Columbus. I adore them, more than I think they will ever come to realize, but sometimes I wish they would leave well enough alone. I understand that their need to protect each other is so dominant in our family. It's what they are known for. Trying to protect my son was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. But I also know what can happen when you lose your own self-worth in the midst of your biggest priorities. Jumping off the cliff was easy, but it came with a price. I still live with an invisible cloud of shame and failure over my head. What was I thinking? Loving my children and trying to keep them safe is, I believe, what I was brought into this untamed, unpredictable world to do. It is my sole purpose to love them unconditionally, and be their protector.
Bella is with child, now for almost two weeks. She is one of my children, and when I look at her struggle to withstand the physical and emotional pain of her pregnancy, I think of myself as a young human. She is fearless, strong, and will make a great mother. I only hope she will stay stalwart and not lose herself. Her pride should shine, and she should still have enough dignity to raise her child. I know it'll be a girl. My motherly senses are being rejuvenated, and I've never been so sure of anything this much.
When I become a grandmother soon, my life's purpose will stay forever resolute. I will work to instill the values I acquired over the past 179 years into her young mind, and only hope that she will grow up to be thankful for her two magnificent, loving parents, the aunts and uncles that will spoil her incessantly, and her four caring grandparents. I hope, one day, I will be able to share my story with her, and create a respect for life in her soul. I hope she lives, learns, and loves like I never did, and stays true to herself through her already complicated life. Her very existence has taught me the most important lesson of all: "lucky," alone, is an understatement. I am blessed. Charmed. Golden.
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Ta-da! I hope you enjoyed it. I would like to thank Stephenie for making Esme so open-ended, and for giving me the ability to make her my own. I actually sort of like this one, so show me if you do, too! By…reviewing! Reviews make authors so happy, and it will show me what I need to do better. Yes, don't be afraid to show some constructive criticism. It really helps.
Peace Out,
luckoftheIRISH19