A/N: Before making any accusations I DON'T HATE ESME! It's just that this plotline cannot work with her. Sorry! I hope you enjoy it anyway! Read and Review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

My Shining Sun

BlackLaceBeauty

Chapter 1: Never Meant To Be.

Alice Cullen sat on a couch in the living room in her home in Forks, Washington. She sat next to her mate, Jasper Hale. In this home she lived with her adopted family, a coven of vampires. She lived, along with her mate, with Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, and Edward. They lived a happy existence, hunting only animals so that they could interact normally with the human world. Alice, of course, was a vampire as well, and possessed a very unique talent. She could see the future of her loved ones. Today she sat curled up next to Jasper sketching some fashion designs into a notebook when her golden eyes went wide and she gasped.

"Alice! What's wrong; what do you see?" Jasper frantically asked. They were the only two in the house, so no one else came to their aid.

"No, this can't be. He'll be heartbroken! How could she? At least she seems happy…" Alice trailed off.

Alice snapped out of her vision and looked at Jasper with sorrowful eyes.

"Darling, what is the matter?" Jasper said with a slight southern accent.

"Esme, she's leaving Carlisle. It seems that they were not meant to be. She's going to find a new mate."

"How will Carlisle react?"

"I-I don't know. I couldn't see."

Before Jasper could proceed with his questioning, Edward walked into the house, back from a hunt. His mind reading abilities instantly showed him Alice's vision. He gasped in shock. He looked at his brother and sister in amazement.

"Why is this happening, Alice?" Edward asked. "Why is Esme going to leave us?"

"I don't know. I guess we'll have to wait for Carlisle to get home to find out." Alice said.

The three looked at a clock on the wall. Three forty five. Carlisle would be home within an hour. Esme probably before that. Indeed Esme did come home before Carlisle; she went straight up to the room she shared with him and started to pack her things into a backpack. Edward tried to abstain from reading her thoughts, but one thought rang through his head. She WAS going to leave. At four fifteen precisely Carlisle arrived home and came through the front door, cheerfully greeting his children. Edward knew from his thoughts that Carlisle had no clue as to what was about to happen.

Carlisle went to dash up the stairs to see his wife and wrap her in his arms when she appeared on the top flight of stairs, a solemn look in her eyes. Carlisle sensed that something wasn't right.

"Carlisle, we need to talk," Esme said. "Privately," She added.

They retreated into the master bedroom to speak alone. Of course, the others could hear every exchange of words. As they spoke Emmett and Rosalie entered the living room to join the others. They had to strain to hear the exchange between Carlisle and Esme; they spoke very quietly.

"Esme, my love, what bothers you?" Carlisle asked.

"It's us, Carlisle. It's just not working anymore and you know it."

"Esme, if we work hard enough we can get through this tough spot in our relationship. Please just give it a chance…" Carlisle begged.

"No Carlisle, I can't go on living this charade. We both have to face the fact that we're not the perfect mates for each other. We must move on and try to find our perfect other half."

"Esme… please… no…" Carlisle whispered.

"I hope that we can still remain friends and I don't ever plan to give up this lifestyle." Esme said as she handed Carlisle her wedding band. She left the room, leaving Carlisle behind, his eyes glistening with tears that he could never shed.

Esme descended the stairs with her bag in tow. She said a heartfelt goodbye to her children, telling them that they would have to visit her often. After shutting the front door behind her, leaving everyone in shock, Esme ran through the forest, never looking back.

After several moments of stunned silence the five siblings heard something light hit the floor and roll. The Cullen kids sprinted up the stairs at vampire speed to find that in shock, Carlisle had dropped Esme's wedding band. His eyes were full of pain and hurt and confusion. He fell to his knees, his eyes replaying the scene that had just occurred. His children surrounded him, gathering him in a mass hug. They didn't know what else to do. What seemed unimaginable, living without Esme as their mother figure, was now reality.

As for Carlisle, could his still heart ever heal from this wound? Would he ever find his true mate? At over three hundred and sixty years old, Carlisle now doubted it. He felt he was doomed to only having the companionship of his children and nothing more.