Hi ya all! This is a new story written for funkyfish1996, an amazing friend of mine…get well soon!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the characters.

Enjoy, and PLEASE read and review both chapters. :)) thanks for your time!

ESME'S POV

We were all alone. We were holding our hands, like two teenagers in love, which, in a way, we were, and laughing at old memories- really old, centuries old.

We were strolling through the woods, if that was called a stroll. Like lightning, we appeared and disappeared.

Suddenly, he let go of my hand. Grinning sheepishly, he ran through the trees, getting lost behind them, showing himself now and then but mostly avoided to reveal himself.

I smiled at him, and took off after him, understanding that he was playing hide-and-seek with me. How foolish, how childish it seemed for two adults, two vampires, to play this simple game, yet we always had fun coming here and acting like we have only known the daylight for a few delicate years.

I froze, sensing him somewhere close to me, but the trees were blocking my view. I held my breath, as I focused on capturing any sound that could lead me to him. Only, again, I fell for his 'joke'.

I felt myself pushed to the ground, and then turned and kissed. A fragile, but sweet kiss, the type Carlisle always gave me.

"You tricked me- again," I sighed, and he laughed, winking at me and helping me up. Not that I couldn't get myself up, I thought, but he was just being a gentleman. As always.

"Not my fault, you always fall for it!" he responded, and I nudged him, but smiled at him whatsoever. He picked me up, and threw me on his shoulder, and we headed to the far west.

"I want you to see this," he told me as I climbed off his back. I wondered what he was talking about, but then saw it with my own eyes.

He was showing me the amazing, breath-taking sunset. It was twilight time, when the sky seems vein-webbed with clouds, when a lovely color of red embraces the sky, when the light grows dim and a pair in love both settle down on the wet grass, and, as she puts her head on his shoulder, sighing and murmuring about love, he strokes her hair gently, and kisses her forehead.

They feel like a whole, they feel like they belong with each other forever, and so it was. My eyes popped wide open as a shy, soft breeze brought me back to the place in which, indeed, two 'pigeons in love' were sitting on the grass, holding each other and whispering.

"It's beautiful, love," I murmured, fascinated. Even if I had seen sunsets before, none had meant so much to me as this one had, none had been more wonderful, more stunning.

Carlisle was silent for a few moments, and so, we petrified, still holding each other. He was the first to break the silence.

"That reddish color makes me thirsty," he joked and for a moment, I felt as if this wasn't actually Carlisle. But he had been joking, right? Eventually, a huge smile spread on my pale face.