Authors Note: Hay readers, this is a story that came to me while reading Esme's Wikipedia. It came to me and didn't want to leave until I wrote this. This is stuff I think about in my spare time. I'm just making up my own names for Esme's parents so please don't think that's their real names. I have no clue what their real names are.

Chapter 1

First Sight

Esme's Point of View

It was just a normal day. I had a normal life; until I met someone who would stay in my thoughts forever.

I was just sitting on the front lawn, relaxing for the first time today. I sat under a tree in front of our house, looking out on the sunset. And by "our house", I mean my dad's. I was the only child, which means my family always wanted the best from me; especially my mother, Margaret. I am more than relieved that they weren't one of those families who named their children after themselves. I'm just not a "Margaret". I don't know where my dad got the name "Esme" for me, but it suited me. My dad always understood me. My dad's name was Frank, I smiled at the name. I know that it doesn't make sense but I always liked his name, it suited him as well as mine suited me. He was a wood carver, it didn't make a lot of money, but it kept us fed. He was good with his hands, building and carving wherever he went. We live near the outskirts of Columbus, Ohio. It was always quiet here. My dad had built our house from the ground up. He always wanted to be a builder, but it was never solid work so he went for a job that would bring in the money every month.

My mother on the other hand, did nothing for herself. She didn't live out her dreams so she expected them from me. She always wanted me to study, study, and study. I could never just relax in my room. Just lie on the bed and read a nice book. My mother was now busy in the kitchen. I could hear her cutting up vegetables and boiling water. I looked behind me to look back at our house. My dad was a great builder. This house had its country charm, 2 bedrooms, a spacious living room and a cosy kitchen. At the front it had a porch with wooden carved railings. The outside was painted a dull pink, my handiwork. Two levels with a wooden staircase that creaked and groined when you used it. I loved this house. My father knew what's what in the building business. Through the window I saw my mother darting around in the kitchen.

I heard a car coming up the driveway. My dad's car, I was certain of it. I knew that sound. I looked in front of me again to see my dad pulling up next to me, waving from the inside the car with a wide grin on his face. I jumped up to welcome my father home. He got out of the car and opened his arms awaiting a hug.

"Dad!" I said as I jumped into his arms. I loved my father's hugs, so reassuring and warm.

"So..." Frank said as he got his jacket off the passenger seat. "What has my darling little girl been doing today?" I laughed at my dad's enthusiasm.

"Studying mostly"

"Doesn't you're mother give you a moment of peace?" he said jokingly

"Nah, she either expects me to study all day, or go looking for a rich boyfriend"

"I prefer you studying"

I chuckled and walked with him up the stairs of the porch. "Me too, I don't care much for boys."

"Keep reminding me" he mumbled as he walked through the front door, past the living room and into the kitchen where my mom was busy.

"Honey, I'm home!" he yelled excitedly at my mom and went to give her a peck on the cheek. She just mumbled "That's great, honey" and went on with her cooking. My dad sat down in one of the dining chairs that he had carried into the kitchen.

"Mom, can I help you with the cooking?" I asked drearily, it was a line I used every day, always followed by a "yes" from my mother and hours of me in front of the stove. To my absolute surprise she said:

"That's okay, honey. You can go play outside if you want"

"R-Really?" I was so shocked I stumbled over my words.

"Yeah sure"

I turned my shocked eyes to my dad, he winked. I took this as a "get out of Jail free" card and wasted no time darting out of the cramped house. I took a deep breath as I walked through the tree's that grew in our back yard. I cocked my head as I eyed the furthest tree from me, just a few feet away. I eyed it up and down and then decided.

Today, I Esme Platt will climb that tree with no mercy! I ran towards it and my long caramel coloured hair blew behind me. I laughed out of joy as I reached the tree. I took hold of one of the branches and hoisted myself up. I sat down on the first branch that looked sturdy. I looked first at the never-ending horizon where the sun was setting slowly. I then turned my head to look back at the house. I saw my dad through the window watching me. He smiled wider than I've seen in a long time. I smiled back at my joyful father and he waved at me. He blew me a kiss before disappearing deeper into the house.

I looked in front of me and then above me. I eyed the branch that was situated to the left above me. I let go of the branch I was holding with one hand and reached up to grab the branch above me. I moistened my foot closet to the remnants of an old branch, just a stub of wood that looked sturdy enough. It looked like the rest of the branch was just snapped clean off. I put my foot on the broken branch and put all my weight on it, while still holding on with one hand onto the branch above me. I heard a snap and the branch I was standing on broke right off. I was only holding on slightly with one hand, which didn't seem to be enough. I fell onto my leg which made an awful snapping sound.

"Esme! Esme, honey are you okay?" I looked up to see my dad running towards me, the back door was open and my mother stood there glaring at me.

"I'm f-fine, Dad." I said, breathless. My leg was really hurting now and my hand was burning.

"Honey...did...you...Oh...my. Honey, did you break something?" my dad asked, worried. He was rushing the words out and I had problems understanding him.

"I-I'm fine, Dad. I just th-think that maybe m-my legs b-broken." I stammered again, my leg was really hurting now. My dad touched my leg and I flinched.

"Sorry, Honey" he apologized

"Its ok-kay"

"Your hand is bleeding, sweetie"

I lifted my hand up to look at it, there was blood coming out of a long gash. It looked like I slashed it with a knife. I took a deep breath, trying to stop stammering.

"I held onto a t-tree branch, it probably did that when I-I fell" I explained

"C'mon, sweetie. Let's get you to a hospital" he picked me up, making sure to not touch my leg. He put me into the passenger seat of his car. My mom complained kept mumbling things like "this is what happens when I tell her to go play" and "she should have just studied". I didn't bother to really listen to her complaining about me.

My dad started driving us to town. When we started seeing the first signs of Columbus, the sun was already replaced by the moon. We made our way to the nearest hospital where my dad led me to the Emergency Room. My dad filled in a clipboard while I sat on one of those uncomfortable waiting chairs. All the time I try to fight back the tears, my leg was really hurting now. My dad sat me down on one of the beds when he was done and told me to wait. He sat next to me while we waited for a doctor to show up. It wasn't busy so it didn't take long for him to come. I looked around and I watched as the reception desk was visited by a bunch of giggling nurses.

That's when I saw him for the first time.

He came up to the desk and took a clipboard from the one of the women. Even from a distance I could tell that he was the most beautiful person that I have ever seen. He walked slowly into the room in which I sat. He looked like a flipping supermodel. He had golden-blonde hair and snow white skin. He walked with so much grace that I couldn't believe someone could be so graceful. His feet didn't make a sound as he walked towards me. His eyes were still locked on the clipboard he was holding. He reached my bed and looked up at me. His eyes were more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. It was even more golden than his hair with light purple shadows under his eyes. He smiled at me and took my breath away. I reminded myself to breath.

"Miss Esme Platt" he said to me, he probably read it on my chart-thingy. I couldn't think of the name because his voice had confused my head. His voice was the most beautiful sound that I've ever heard. Again, I reminded myself to breath.

"16 years old and climbing tree's" he said with his velvet voice.

"Yap" I answered, popping the "p". My voice sounded way off after I heard his.

"My name is Dr Carlisle Cullen, you can call me Carlisle. I am the one who'll be fixing your leg and your hand" he said with a smile, showing his perfect white teeth. I reminded myself to breath, again. I reminded myself that I had to say something too.

"Thank you, Carlisle"

"It's a pleasure Esme" when he said my name my heartbeat picked up irrationally. He smiled again, as if he could hear my stupid heart beating. He walked closer to look at my leg. My dad smiled at me, and walked out of the room. He wasn't really a person who could sit still for a long period of time.

"So what exactly happened to your leg, Esme?" Carlisle asked me. I blushed.

"I fell out of a stupid tree..." I mumbled. He chuckled.

"What were you looking for in the stupid tree?" he asked jokingly. I chuckled.

"I was just relaxing. My mother said I could take a break"

"From?"

"Her" he chuckled

"So you climbed a tree?"

"It was fun. And while I sat there, watching the sun set. All my worries just washed away. It was like it was just me—and the stupid tree" I added. I wondered why I was being so honest.

He started working on my leg; I couldn't help noticing that his hands were very cold. I didn't look while he worked. My dad always said that if I looked, I would only make it worse. He talked again to take my attention off of my broken limb.

"Do you have a lot of worries?" he really seemed interested

"Nah, mostly my mother nagging me to do something with my life" I became a bit more at ease each second. He chuckled.

"And what do you want to do with your life?" I was shocked; no one has asked me before.

"I..want to become a teacher" It was true, I loved working with people; especially children.

"Do you love children?" Wow, it was like he could read my mind.

"Yes. I love children"

He smiled up at me again and continued working on my leg. We sat there in silence for a moment while I looked at everything; except my leg.

"Almost done?" I asked, pointing at my leg. I still didn't want to look.

"Almost done" he said reassuringly.

"How bad is my hand?"

"A simple bandage will sort it out, nothing to worry about" he smiled back up at me. My heart picked up a gear. He took my bloody hand very carefully. I marvelled at his cold touch. It sent shivers down my spine and I remembered, again, to breath. I looked silently as he wrapped up my hand. It hurt but I didn't care. I was too busy looking at this angel. He looked up and saw me staring. I blushed deep red and he just smiled.
We talked for a while as he finished up my leg. He helped me up from the bed after he was done and handed me two crutches. I scowled and took the stupid crutches. I hate crutches! My hand hurt as I walked with the crutches towards the hospital entrance. I saw my dad waving at me from inside his car. He started the engine and drove closer; less distance for me to walk with the stupid crutches. I said goodbye to Dr Cullen and "crutched" to the car. I climbed in and Carlisle was still standing there, leaning against the wall, watching me as I said hi to my dad. When we were driving off, I risked a glance behind me; Carlisle hasn't moved an inch.

I looked ahead, blushing red as I felt his gaze on me.

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