A/N: This is sort of a companion piece to 'Our Light' and is written from Carlisle's POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. All recognizable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.
"Do you fear death?"
The one question. Death is, after all, what it all crumbles down to. The friendships. the families, the loves and the heartbreaks, all end at death.
I never feared death, though. I never thought it was sensible to fear the inevitable. You don't fear night or day. You can't escape them. And yet, people fear even more so when the inescapability of death dawns upon them.
I had no reason to fear death, and it had little to do with the fact that I was, in fact, immortal.
But then, it all changed. Again, it crumbled down at the feet of death.
She died.
It was much unexpected for me. She was, after all, quite invincible. She wasn't supposed to die.
Maybe it was time for her eternity to end, but I couldn't fathom then how could it have happened.
All sensibility seemed to isolate me when I saw her. Colourless, silent. The opposite of her living self.
Her eyes were open, but she had no vision now. I had never quite faced such a dead silence ever. I longed for words to be spoken, and I longed even deeper for those words to be hers.
They tried closing her eyes, but I wouldn't let them do so. I wouldn't let death consume her in such entirety.
Her loss blinded me to an extent that I did not stop the destruction that Emmett and Edward carried out in the name of revenge. It gave me a sick pleasure, to see her murdered being tortured to death.
And in that one moment I realized, I do fear death. Carlisle Cullen does fear death, just like everyone. It's inevitability doesn't make it any less fearful.
For humans, death might be inescapable but it's never awaited. They always just want a 'one more day'. And 'one more day' is just never enough.
For me, I would never believe in forever again. Any forever can end, just like hers did.
I lost my daughter that day. I lost my Myra.
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