Esme's Carlisle
The agony wrenched at my heart. I looked back down at the rocky ravine that would lead to my death. As I fell, I remembered only one thing – his face. It was so beautiful, so
perfect; it tore through my mind and caused me to break beyond the shards I already was. I would never see him again. I would never see anyone again. And I was happy.
At first there was only pain, the dull black pain of the rocks as I fell to my death. And then there was another pain. It was sharp – a fire racing through my body. It lasted for hours, I
could feel myself screaming. I wondered why it did not stop. Had I gone to hell? Was this God's punishment for loathing myself? It did not seem rational – and through each
shudder, the pain lessened. It started to fade, and my senses came back to me. I woke up and my eyes gazed upon someone I never expected to see again.
He laughed at my surprise. "Hello, Esme," he said pleasantly. I stared at him in shock. His forehead creased and a frown settled over his perfect features. He reached out to brush
the hair from my forehead. A current sparked on my skin. His contact had sent an electric shock through me, intense and powerful. I looked at his face again; it held a stunned
expression. I glanced over his shoulder to see a boy, pale, slender with golden eyes and a small smile on his face. My thoughts were pulled back to my savior. "Esme," he said
again. But this time his voice held a longing. And somehow I knew we would be together – forever.