After Sixty Years
All-Human
- All the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer -
Her beloved son was sleeping at her bedside, his bronze hair was ruffled by his worry over her. She watched him lovingly for a few moments, and then turned left toward the window. From where she laid, she could see the azure sky through the window. It was so bright outside, and maybe that was the reason why she did not sense his coming immediately.
At first she was stunned, and then smiled sadly as she recognized his expected appearance. She knew he would come to her. He did change a lot since the last time she saw him, she noticed, and it was three years ago. His hair blonde again, his eyes deep blue as she remembered, and he looked so incredibly young. Actually, he looked just like the first time she saw him, a twenty-three-year-old young man practicing in a small hospital in Columbus.
She simply couldn't tear her eyes from him.
Soundlessly he approached her, and now, she could see him much more clearly. He was glowing, as always. She sighed, letting him sit on her bed with an amused look on his gorgeous face.
He was expecting her to say something, and so she did.
"Don't you a bit show off, my love?" She murmured, raised an eyebrow. "You look so much younger than an eighty years old grandpa should be."
He laughed, then. But his laugh sounded like it came from a sweet dream, too soft and hollow. Carlisle Cullen did not say a word; he just looked at her with those tender eyes she missed so much. It made her want to cry, but she was afraid her crying would startle their son.
"It's about time, isn't it?" She asked softly, tears began to fall down her wrinkled face.
He tilted his head, smiled tenderly as he watched their son; Edward was still wandering in his dream.
"I know you are worried about our son, but it's time to let go."
She looked deeply into Carlisle Cullen's eyes, and turned her head to watch their son; it seemed he was not sleeping so well, she could tell from his worried look; her physical condition had worried him for a while. Esme furrowed, but then turned back to her husband, smiled a little. "Tell me…Is there beautiful?"
Every dying one would ask this question.
He laughed again, sounded so carefree. "I'm sure once you see the place, you will pick up your pen and plan to rebuild our house, my love."
My love. How she missed the way he said that. Her eyes filled with tears. Esme closed the eyes, tried to calm down. As she opened her eyes again, she saw an understanding and loving smile on her husband's face; he was so close to her. He did not need to say a word; she knew he was waiting patiently for her to be ready to leave here. And she could not bear to let him wait anymore.
"…I am ready, Carlisle," she said smiled, and reach for his waiting hand.
Their hands connected, and this simple gesture put the line dancing on the ECG monitor into a peaceful level.
I know it's short, but I just wanted to write it down lol!
Happy Easter, and wish everyone a great holiday! :D