A/N: Here's the sequel of some sorts to 'Everything.' It's another sad one, grab your tissues!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here. It's all Stephanie's…
Summary: Behind the story 'Everything.'
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Returning home from the cemetery is always the most difficult in my opinion. There I could be at peace with my loved one and just mumble sweet nothings to her grave and just pretend that, even for a moment, that she is there next to me, watching me with those beautiful butterscotch eyes.
I still remember her last living days like it was just earlier today...
That day was quite difficult for us. Bella had just finished her transformation and Victoria was still on the lose and getting closer to us.
"Carlisle!" Jasper had gasped when he came back in from his hunt with Alice and Emmett close at his side. "Victoria is right on our tail, and Esme and Edward are outside trying to fend her off!"
I dropped all my work then and there and was horrified then. I knew that deep in my still beating heart, someone in our family could be hurt today, I just didn't know who or how.
Running as fast as I could to the end of our driveway, I could see Edward trying to fend Victoria off as Esme was slowly circling the two, as if trying to decide where to strike this flaming woman first. Even with my speed of sound, I could not prevent what happened next.
Apparently, Victoria was sick and tired of watching my wife circle her and Edward and turned to Esme and slashed her across the face with claw-like nails.
I stood there, stunned and reacted as fast as I could, but in horror, I watched Victoria jump on Esme and just tore her apart. "ESME!" Edward and I both called out.
Edward let out a growl of fury and charged at her, throwing her off his mother and running after her, chasing her as fast as she could into the woods, where I could hear her screams of mercy.
"Esme..." I whispered softly, dropping to my knees in the snow as she stared back up at me with terrified eyes.
"Carlisle... I'm sorry my love..." She said in a strangled voice as I help her in my arms, rocking her slowly, "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."
I shook my head violently, staring at her in horror. "No, no, no. You're going to be okay Esme, you'll live, you'll heal, and you'll be fine." But for some reason, I couldn't even believe my own words. She was hurt; it would take her years to recover from such injuries.
Later that night, my beautiful angel was ripped away from the world. She had begged and begged all of us to just burn her body; she knew that she couldn't survive. My sweet beautiful Esme... the only woman I had ever loved... she was gone.
Truly gone.
Shaking the horrible images from my mind, I returned home with a heavy heart that ceased to beat. It felt like I had died all over again.
"Esme, I love you." I whispered to my empty bedroom that I once shared with her. As I turned to walk out of my room to see what Emmett was hollering about downstairs, I could have sworn I heard, "And I, you."
I glanced out the window and smiled up to the heavens above. Wherever she was, I hope she was at peace.