Life had been chaotic ever since people from the future arrived.

As weird as that sounds, it really is never a good thing.

So we found out that in 2019 there's going to be a thing the future people call "The Crash" where anything oil based is going to blow up.

We're called "Rusties" and hoverboards have been invented.

There are "Uglies", "Pretties" and "Specials", and the world is very segregated.

We had found out all of this out from a man named David, who was from the year 4043. Most people would've doubted his story, but my family was used to the supernatural. We were the supernatural.

Somehow, David was fine with everything about his situation, even being in the year 2010 instead of 4043, and that was surprising to me.

Maybe it was because I was not fine in any way.

I was in the middle of a fight with my wife at the moment, and I hadn't really spoken in awhile.

Esme smacked me. "Listen to me!"

Only maybe three people in the house had any idea of what was going on with us. The rest thought we were as in love as ever.

It was probably the opposite.

Again, I was jealous of David. I wanted to be in his situation more than I wanted to live my own life. Apparently to the extremely depressed me, being ripped away from my home and taken two thousand years in the past was better than being alone and sad.

Esme smacked me again. "Listen to me. I don't know what's wrong with you, I don't know why you're depressed, but don't you dare try to bring me down with you!"

I looked at her for the first time since the conversation started. "I'm purposely trying to make you as depressed and lonely as me?"

"Aren't you…?" She looked up at me and into my eyes, and I felt nothing. I was numb.

"No!" I snapped. "I'm not trying to do anything, so thanks for even giving a shit that I'm depressed. You know, all you're worried about is Y.O.U. You don't care that I'm lonely, you don't care that I'm depressed, all you care about is why you're suddenly as depressed as I am, and you know what? I really don't care. I actually want you to be depressed." It was the first thing I'd wanted in awhile. "I want you to feel the pain I'm in so you'll actually try to begin to understand the constant agony I go through!"

She just stared at me, dumbfounded.

Finally, she spoke. "Here's what I want, and you will do what I want. I want you to act like nothing is wrong. I want you to act like you love me, and I'll do the same. But actually, I want to get divorced. No, we're going to get divorced. So just act, and try not to feel so depressed all the time."

I just nodded at her, feeling almost nothing once again. The only thing I felt was anger. Anger at Esme. How dare she yell at me when I've been living in this constant hell for so long? It seemed like I've been unhappy for centuries. It probably has been centuries.

Esme nodded at me, then walked out of our bedroom. (Her bedroom now I was guessing. Not that we ever used it.) I was left alone. Completely and utterly alone. And I hated it so much.

I paced around my room for awhile after she left, then I wandered over to the window in my room.

I looked out to see my "children" playing in the snow.

Oh, how upset they'd get if they knew of the fighting I had been doing.

At least the last fight hadn't really gotten physical.

Esme was the one hurting me. I would never hurt another living person. Technically we weren't living though. We were undead. Monsters, bloodsuckers, vampires.

We would live forever.

I would live forever in loneliness.

And she wouldn't care.

After almost a century of being with me, she wouldn't care that I was about ready to kill myself. She might even be the one to help me do it.

Someone knocked on my door then, and before I could say anything, I heard the door open.

"I heard the fight from outside," Edward whispered. "Nobody else did."

I sighed. "I don't know how long I can act, Edward."

Edward walked over to me and looked out the window, just in time to see Jasper push Emmett into a poorly constructed snowman. "Jasper and I are the only ones who know, dad. Jasper told me how horrible you feel."

Alice doesn't know? I thought, not feeling like speaking anymore. She must've seen Esme make the decision to kick me multiple times.

"No, Alice doesn't know. I've been going back and forth between going over to Bella's house to try and get back together with her for the past two weeks. To keep Alice preoccupied. And Jasper almost ate someone. For you, Daddy!"

I rolled my eyes. Tell him thanks, I guess.

"I will. But really, dad…this has been going on for like a month now. But you guys haven't been happy for years. You just didn't…talk about it."

I looked over at him. "You call that talking?"

Edward looked at me out of the corner of his eye, then went back to looking out the window. "No, I don't call that talking. You guys just didn't voice your unhappiness, okay? That's what I was trying to say."

I looked away from the window, then I went over and sat down on my bed. "I understand…"

Edward sat down next to me. "I hate seeing you like this, dad."

"I know, son. I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be the leader of this family and I'm falling to pieces." I looked down at my left hand and grimaced at my wedding ring.

Edward put his hand on my shoulder. "It's alright, Carlisle. Don't you remember how upset I was after Bella and I got divorced?"

I nodded, remembering exactly what he was talking about. "I hated seeing you like that."

"It seems as though none of us can find our true mates, hm?"

"Jasper and Emmett found there's," I muttered. "Well, Alice found Jasper…"

"Rosalie found Emmett, as well," Edward said.

"Maybe we need to let our mates find us." I looked at him. "I found Esme at a morgue…I should've known that it wouldn't work out."

Edward laughed. "Yes, I suppose."

I smiled a little, though it was forced. "Why don't you go outside, Edward? I can tell you want in on that snowball fight."

"I'm gonna make you proud, Papa." Edward stood up, nodded at me, then bolted out of the room. A few seconds later I heard Emmett start screaming profanities, and Jasper laughing.

Did I want to know what Edward had done? I was guessing no…

I sat on my bed for a couple more minutes, listening to the sounds of the snowball fight outside. Everybody sounded so happy…why couldn't I be so carefree? Edward had gotten a divorce and he wasn't horribly depressed…though he hadn't spent even a decade with Bella… I had been with Esme for almost a hundred years, and still, it wasn't meant to be.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself from crying. In all honesty, it wasn't really crying, since there were no tears involved. But what else could I call it?

After I was pretty sure I wasn't going to have a meltdown, I laid down on my bed and curled up into a ball. This is usually what I did when I wasn't working. Nobody cared enough to question it, except Edward and Jasper.

Not even five minutes later, someone else was knocking on my door.

"Who is it?" I called, my voice small and weak.

"Jasper. We're all going hunting. Would you like to come with us or are you going to try and starve yourself?"

"Starve myself, thank you…"

I heard Jasper sigh. "Alright, whatever. You might as well watch David while we're gone, then."

"I don't see why he needs to be so heavily supervised," I mumbled. "He's a grown man."

"A grown man who is two thousand years in the past. It'd be like us around the time Jesus was alive."

I grimaced. That wouldn't be fun.

"I can feel your distaste," Jasper said. "So now you know how David should feel."

"But he doesn't, for some reason..."

"Nope. When you're done moping for a little bit, you can go check on him." Before I could answer, I heard Jasper walk away. A couple minutes later, I heard everybody running through the forest, their footsteps inaudible to other animals.

David was in the room down the hall from mine, his heartbeat and his breathing slow. I assumed he was sleeping, so I just laid down again, closed my eyes, and willed my body to let me fall asleep.