Hey people! I found a few errors in the old chapter, so i revised it! it's not too different, but i did add some things...

this will be a three- chapter story as said

Chapter1- Esme Meets Carlisle

2- Esme gets married (even though she didn't want to) to Charles Evenson

3- Esme runs away, jumps off the cliff, and is changed by Carlisle

July 1911- Columbus, Ohio

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Esme POV

The tree wasn't extremely tall, but it made me feel so small and insignificant. It was probably three times my height, but I couldn't be sure.

"What a pretty tree," Jane exclaimed next to me as she followed my stare to the top of the tree.

"Think we can climb it?" Frank asked.

"Well, let's see," I smiled as I placed my hands on the first few branches and pulled myself up.

"Be careful, Esme!" Jane shouted.

"I'll be fine, Jane," I laughed as I continued to climb higher. I hadn't realized that I had been climbing so high until I reached the last few branches that would hold my weight.

"How's the weather up there?" Frank asked with a chuckle.

"It's very nice, thank you," I replied with a little giggle of my own. "You both look so small," I added. I stared out at the land below me. I could see the houses just beyond the trees that outlined the field my friends and I were in. It all looked so beautiful.

A warm burst of the summer breeze passed and made the tree tremble. The branch I was sitting on started to wobble and made me feel uneasy.

"I'm coming down now," I called to Frank and Jane before descending. A stronger breeze came by and shook the tree. My foot hadn't reached the next branch yet and I didn't have a good hold on the branch I was using to support my weight. My hands slipped and I started to fall and the next thing I heard was a snap.

I felt an excruciating pain travel up my leg. I screamed in pain as Jane and Frank leaned in over me.

"Are you okay?" Frank asked, worried.

"Of course she's not!" Jane replied.

"I think my leg is broken," I said through clenched teeth.

"Don't worry, Esme. We'll get you out of here." Frank took my arm and lifted me up so I was leaning on him for support. "Jane, get on her other side," Frank commanded.

They quickly brought me across the field and through the trees and, finally, to the hospital that wasn't too far from the edge of the trees, thankfully.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Jane said as soon as we reached the reception desk at the hospital. "My friend fell from a tree and we think she broke her leg."

"Alright," the lady said as she stood up. "I'm afraid all the doctors are busy, but you can have a seat right here, dear."

"I can take her now, Helen," a tall, handsome man called to us. He was the most attractive man I have ever encountered. His hair was blond and his eyes were the most beautiful form of golden honey I have ever seen in my entire life. The lady blushed before excusing herself.

"If you'll just help me get her to the room," the man said politely to Frank and Jane.

"S-sure," Jane said as she backed off and allowed the man to take her place. Frank and the new man quickly got me into one of the rooms. His skin was icy cold but it felt nice in the mid-summer heat.

"If you would be so kind as to tell the receptionist that your friend is in room nineteen, I would greatly appreciate it," the man, who I'm guessing is the doctor, said to Jane and Frank. They left quickly and allowed the doctor to get to his work.

"My name is Doctor Carlisle Cullen," the man said as he turned to me. "But you may call me Carlisle if you wish," he smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Carlisle," I replied, hoping my voice wasn't faltering due to my accelerated heart rate. "I'm Esme Platt."

"Esme Platt," he smiled as he wrote my name down on his clipboard.

"How old are you, Esme?" He asked. His voice was so soothing and my heart felt like it was pounding in my chest. I thought I saw him grin for a moment but he quickly hid it.

"Sixteen," I replied. He quickly wrote the information down and went on to the next question.

"Where do you live?"

"Twenty-six, Maple Street," I replied.

"And your parents' names?"

"Mary and William Platt."

"Thank you. Well, I'm going to feel your leg and let you know if it's broken," he said to me. "This may hurt a little," he warned. I nodded and braced myself as he took off his white lab coat.

Gently, he felt my lower leg and frowned. I was surprised it didn't hurt too badly. I felt little stabs of pain but they were gone momentarily and I could handle it.

"Well, it's broken alright," he said. "But I think we'll do an X-Ray to see how bad it is."

"Alright," I said as he called for a nurse to bring a wheel chair. It came and he helped me into the chair, careful of my leg.

The X-Ray was over quickly and we were soon back in the room, waiting for the results.

"So how did you break your leg, Esme?" he asked.

"I was climbing a tree when a sudden breeze came and it shook the tree while I had a loose grip and I fell," I answered. Carlisle was such a nice doctor. Not like the other ones I've met. He actually talked to me. I figured it must be a slow day or else he would have been with other patients.

"Ah, yes, the wind is picking up, I see," he replied. We looked out the window and the trees looked like they were fighting the wind to stay upright.

"Think it'll rain?" I asked.

"Actually, I think it there will be a thunderstorm in addition the to rain," he replied. "It smells like there will be a thunderstorm, anyway."

"You can smell it?" I asked in awe.

Carlisle smiled and nodded. "Sometimes you can smell the rain coming, too."

We were silent and stared out the window for a moment.

"Do you live alone, Carlisle?" I couldn't help but ask the question. I knew he wouldn't be interested in me but I was still curious.

"Yes, I do," he sighed sadly.

"Do you get lonely?"

He smiled. "You're a curious one," he chuckled. "Yes, I do get lonely but I'm at the hospital most of the time. I don't think anyone would be foolish enough to put up with that."

We talked until the results came back, which took about thirty minutes.

"Your leg is broken in just one place and it's a clean break so it should be easier to heal," Carlisle told me. "I'll be back in just a moment so I can get the materials necessary to put your leg in a cast."

I leaned back into the pillow on the bed that I was laying on. It was very comfortable.

I idly thought about Carlisle until he came back. He was so handsome. I wished he were my age.

"Alright," Carlisle said when he came back after a few minutes. "I talked to the receptionist and she said that your friends told your parents you were here but they haven't come by yet."

"No, I wouldn't think they would," I replied. "They're both fairly busy. My father works and my mother stays at home, taking care of my younger brother."

"Shouldn't they come and see their daughter who has just broken her leg?" he asked.

"I don't mind," I replied.

"Well, it looks like we were right about the thunderstorm," Carlisle changed the topic as we looked out the window again. It was pouring rain and the sky was gray.

"That looks bad," I commented.

"It does, doesn't it?" Carlisle agreed as he began putting my leg in the cast.

When he finished, the storm had gotten much worse and you could hear the wind howling, even from inside. They sky had turned from a medium gray to a deep gray and I thought I saw a flash of lightning.

We must have been talking for a while because Carlisle had already put the cast in place and all I needed was to let it dry.

"Dr. Cullen," a nurse said breathlessly as she came running to the door. "The hospital has decided to keep all the staff and patients here for the night because of the weather." So that was why she was out of breath- she had to run from room to room, announcing the decision.

I glanced out the window and gasped. It had really picked up within the last few minutes. I could even hear a bit of rumbling thunder from far away.

"Alright, thank you, Clair," Carlisle as he followed my gaze and looked out the window. The nurse hurried on her way and Carlisle turned back to me

"Do you think there will be a tornado?" I asked suddenly worried.

"I certainly hope not," Carlisle replied with a smile. I suddenly felt my heart beat grow stronger again and smiled back.

A bright bolt of lightning and a loud crack of thunder made me jump slightly which made Carlisle's grin widened. He had such a beautiful smile.

"My brother hates thunderstorms," I commented, trying not to look like a fool as I stared at Carlisle.

"How old is he?"

"Three," I grinned.

"That would explain why he's afraid, wouldn't it?" Carlisle chuckled. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'm going to make sure everyone is all settled for the night and I'll be right back."

"Alright," I replied as I reached for the water next to my bed. We really have been talking for a while since my throat feels a little dry, I realized. I found the clock and realized I had been here for a few hours. Frank, Jane, and I left for the field at three, so we would have gotten there ten minutes later and we couldn't have spent more than thirty minutes there. Then it would have taken about fifteen minutes for them to get me to the hospital. I added up the time and I would probably have gotten to the hospital a little before four o'clock. It was seven-thirty right now.

After a few moments, Carlisle came back with a dinner tray.

"I believe I kept you from dinner," he smiled as he handed me the dinner tray. "I didn't realize the time was going by so quickly."

"I was thinking the same thing. I must have gotten here at about four, but it feels like I've only been here for an hour," I observed.

"Time flies when you're having fun," Carlisle smirked.

"Yes, it does. Aren't you going to have anything to eat?" I asked when I realized he didn't have a tray of his own.

"No, I'm fine," he laughed as his butterscotch eyes twinkled. "I took a late lunch."

We talked for what I wished was forever but after talking about some of my friends, I started to yawn. Carlisle gave off the laugh I had come to love and smiled.

"You're tired," he observed.

"No, I'm-" I yawned again- "not." Carlisle smirked and went to turn down the lights.

"Yes, you are," Carlisle disagreed as he grabbed me another blanket. "And you should probably get some sleep," he added as he laid the blanket across my body and then sat on the side of my bed so we were still fairly close. He gently removed some stray hairs in the front of my face and tucked them around my ear. His fingertips were like ice but they burned like fire on my skin.

"But, I'm not tired," I protested.

"Not tired?" he asked skeptically. "Hmm," he muttered before he began to hum lightly. His light humming eventually turned into singing and I found my eyelids were drooping. He has the most beautiful singing voice. But of course, this didn't surprise me. Everything about Carlisle was better than I had ever encountered.

"Carlisle, you're not going to leave, are you?" I was able to mumble before I fell completely asleep.

"I'll stay right here, Esme. Just in case you need me," Carlisle smiled and I drifted off to sleep.

I began to dream of Carlisle. It was just where we left off before I fell asleep. He kissed my forehead lightly and whispered something in my ear. I wanted to dream more but instead that dream slipped away and a new one, also starring Carlisle, came and took its place.

As long as it had Carlisle in it, I didn't really care.

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Carlisle POV

I smiled as Esme fell asleep. She was such a beautiful, young girl. I gently kissed her forehead and whispered softly in her delicate ear: "Sleep well, my angel."

I head footsteps approaching and quickly moved away from the bed to make it look as if I was checking something on her X-Ray.

"Dr. Cullen?" Clair called. I put my finger lightly to my lips and glanced down at Esme. Clair smiled at my angel and returned her gaze to me. "You do realize she's too young for you," she smirked.

I was stunned for a moment but quickly composed myself. "What do you mean, Clair?"

"I see the way you've been looking at her," Clair frowned. "She's sixteen and you're twenty-four, correct?" I nodded. I was pretending to be twenty-four anyway.

"Plus, you're the doctor. You're supposed to keep a professional attitude to every patient that enters this hospital." I nodded at this, too. Clair was right.

"I know," I sighed. For once I couldn't keep my calm mask. Not when I realized I had to leave my lovely Esme.

"Just making sure," Clair smiled. I got the feeling she wasn't making sure I wouldn't fall for Esme. She was making sure I wouldn't be allowed to fall for Esme so she would have more of a chance.

"Thank you, Nurse," I replied. She caught the tone in my voice and abruptly left.

I sighed again. I couldn't stay in this town while Esme was still here. I didn't want to create a relationship only to leave it when I couldn't stay for fear of someone discovering my secret. No, I wouldn't be able to start a relationship with Esme even if I did stay. Her parents would not allow it.

Closing the door Clair had left open, I looked at Esme once more. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. A slight smile lay on her face that only made her look every bit more beautiful.

I silently pulled a chair closer to Esme's bed, kissed her head once more, and sat in the chair, waiting until I could see her bright, shinning eyes again.

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Esme POV

When I woke up, Carlisle was staring off into space with a smile on his face. He was sitting in a chair that was facing my bed and I felt my heart start to race again as I realized he probably hadn't left, just like he said he wouldn't. As if he could hear my heart beating faster, he snapped out of his phase with a larger smile than before and looked down at me.

"Good morning, Esme," he smiled.

"Good morning, Carlisle," I replied with a sleepy grin. "Did the storm go down?"

"It went down a few hours ago," he answered. I eyed him warily before asking, "Did you sleep at all?"

"I slept a little," Carlisle replied, although he looked uncomfortable. "I'm not much of a sleeper," he added with a laugh as if it were a personal joke of his.

"I must have slept right through it," I commented.

"Yes, you slept very well," Carlisle inserted with another grin. "Have any good dreams?"

I blushed against my will but replied anyway. "Yes, I did." I hoped he wouldn't ask what my dreams were about. That would be embarrassing.

Carlisle nodded but didn't press me any further. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"I suppose that would be a good idea," I muttered, suddenly becoming interested in the blanket. I knew my face was still blushing.

"I'll be right back, then," Carlisle replied as he left. I sighed, feeling content. That was a wonderful way to wake up. If Carlisle would be my doctor every time I came here, I would break my leg more often.

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"Thank you for taking care of my daughter, Dr. Cullen," my mother said for what must have been the twentieth time.

"It was my pleasure," Carlisle smiled. I swear that if my heart weren't already a puddle of melted wax because of him, it would be melting right now.

"Right, well I suppose it's time to go," my father said as he opened the door to the family car so I could get in.

"Thank you again, Carlisle," I called as I went down the steps with my crutches. "Maybe I'll come and visit you again sometime soon!"

"Hopefully not for another broken bone," Carlisle chuckled as he followed me down in case I fell.

"Hopefully," I smiled.

"Good bye, Esme," he smiled softly.

"Good bye, Carlisle," I replied as he closed the door lightly behind me.

Broken bones or not, I decided, I'm coming back to see Carlisle more often

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Three days later

I traveled up the steps of the hospital again, only this time I did so with the help of my crutches instead of Jane and Frank.

"Good morning," I greeted the receptionist. "Is Dr. Cullen busy at the moment?"

"Let me go and check," she said before she stood up and went back in the direction of the offices.

She came back a minute later with Carlisle who greeted me fondly.

"Esme, what a pleasant surprise," he grinned.

"Hello, Carlisle. I told you I'd be back," I returned his smile.

"You did," he replied. "I'm on my break, so let's go sit outside. I need to tell you something," he added as he put his hand lightly on my shoulder. His hand was just as cold as I remembered but it still felt like more like fire.

We found a bench to sit on that was shaded by the tree. It wasn't particularly bright outside today but the shade was still nice.

"Esme, I've been transferred to a different hospital," Carlisle said sadly as we sat down.

"What?" I asked, worried I would never see him again. "You can't have been! Why?"

"I'm afraid I have been," he replied, his voice still filled with sadness as he played with a flower he had picked up earlier. "They needed another doctor in Cleveland, and I was the one they picked."

"Can't you decline?" I asked.

"I'm afraid I can't. They're the ones in charge," he replied, still not looking at me.

"So you have no choice," I asked dejectedly.

He looked up at me, his long, thin fingers still feeling the little flower. "I have no choice."

"When are you leaving?" I couldn't help but ask. I wanted to cry but I wouldn't. Not in front of Carlisle.

"After I'm done with work today," he sighed and leaned back against the bench as he looked at the trees up above. "I wish I could stay. You have no idea how much I wish I could stay," he replied as he turned his head to look at me. Once again, my heart felt like it was melting, but this time, it was breaking at the same time.

I sighed and felt a little annoyed. I just met him! He couldn't leave yet!

Carlisle frowned as he checked his watch. "I've got to get back soon."

I nodded and started to get up. "Wait," he said as he caught my wrist. I immediately turned back to face him.

"Yes?" I didn't want to leave him, but I needed to go home. I didn't want him to see me so sad.

"I want you to have this," he said as he pulled out a small locket attached to a thin gold chain and placed it in the hand that he was holding. "It was my mother's," he smiled faintly.

"Carlisle," I objected. I couldn't take something if it was important to him.

"I keep it for good luck," he smiled as he closed my hand around it. "I want you to remember me," he said as he looked to the ground.

"Carlisle," I gasped softly as I looked at it. "This is so old and valuable, are you sure you want me to have it?" I asked.

"It's been in my family for some time now," he grinned as he looked back up at me. "Yes, I want you to have it to remember me and maybe it'll bring you luck too."

"Thank you," I whispered, doing my best to hold back tears.

"Here." He took the locket and put it around my neck, fixing my hair so it wouldn't be stuck in the chain. "Please don't forget me," he whispered in my ear as he pulled me into a hug. His body was so cold, but I didn't care. The fire of the touch kept me warm.

"Be safe," he said as he kissed my cheek gently and placed the small flower he had behind my ear. "Good bye, Esme," he added.

"Good bye, Carlisle," I replied, letting a tear escape. He smiled as he brushed the tear away with a motion of his finger.

"Don't forget me," Carlisle implored again.

"Never," I replied. He squeezed my hand lightly and kissed it before leaving for good.

I sighed and began to walk home. Carlisle didn't need to worry so much. I could never forget him.

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