Beauty and Life

From the day we first met, as I cringed at the excruciating pain that was coming from my leg as his brows furrowed and lips pursed, full out concentration on treating my wound. It took me about every willpower in my body to restrict my hands to myself, but every particle present in me longed to reach out to touched his beautifully carved face.

How could anyone be so beautiful?

I studied him carefully, his golden blond hair set perfectly in place, his pale complexion and the way his brows knitted together. It all seemed perfect. He was perfect.

"It should be fine now," he murmured, voice like silk, melting my heart. "Just get lots of rest and you should be fine."

I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat as he gazed up at me, eyes meeting mine and no words seemed to be able to leave my mouth.

"Miss?" He lifted an eyebrow, staring at me with amused confusion.

"S-sorry," I stuttered slightly, mentally wanting to jump off a cliff, "Thanks, doctor..?"

"Carlisle. Carlisle Cullen," His lips pulled up at a corner to a side smirk.

I wonder what his lips taste like?

I had no appropriate response but to just look down, praying for a miracle distraction to appear.

"Don't move about too much, the stitches may tear," he reminded, and made to left the room with what I thought was a slight chuckle.

I let out a sigh, peering through my eyelashes to see that he had already left the room.

It wasn't difficult to remember what he looked like, because I think I had already memorized his face from the hours I had spent looking at him.

From then, I understood beauty.

Years after, Dr. Carlisle Cullen all but seemed like a faded memory, a fantasy, but his face, his perfect face, still haunted me every night before I slept. It seemed surreal, and time after time he would enter my dreams, and I would run my fingers through his hair, lips inches apart only to be awaken moments before our lips touch by the sound of an alarm clock.

It's not meant to be, I shrugged off most of the times, not even in my dreams.

It was all so frightening, how one man I met only briefly, could affect me so much for my entire life, but I had to make do with it. After all, he was wealthy, extremely gorgeous, and entirely out of my league. I could never stand a chance with him.

I had decided not to perish in my thoughts, and went for a mountain climb with my friends.

What a foolish decision. Neither of us had experience, but we were young and wild. No one really understood the importance of life and what it had to offer.

I only regretted everything when I tore through the bursting wind, seconds from death, plummeting through the air and down from where I had slipped.

They say that seconds before death, everyone would get a flashback of their lives?

I did.

Everything I had ever done seemed to replay like a movie on fastforward, then he was there, an image so strongly planted in my head, his eyes filled with fear, as if trying to say, "Esme, what have you done?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, ready for the impact, and silently saying my last goodbyes before I hit the bottom and everything went black.

From then, I understood the importance of life.

A/N: No idea what I am doing. Recently watched Breaking Dawn Pt. 2, and I think it's safe to say I have fallen in love with the series all over again. Sometimes I wish I could rediscover the series from a brand new perspective and not with the little puny childish mind I discovered it with years ago! ): But I love CarlisleXEsme so much, they're beautiful, so I decided to write a little something for them in my spare time, didn't really check it through so sorry for any grammar/vocab mistakes! Hope you guys like it, and yes there will be more haha!

Constructive criticism excepted, but please don't be too mean D:

I will end my going-to-be-very-long author's note here!

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