Drabble for: Carlisle Cullen. Prompt: Alone. Series: Twilight
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That Kind of Man
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Not many of them believe it now, but there was a time when he was alone.
Alone in the world, with no one to turn to.
He went about his daily life with no one waiting for him in the shadows of his home. He was alone when he went out and alone when he came back.
Alone.
The word felt like a curse when he whispered it to himself. If someone else said it he cringed in disgust. They didn't know what it was really like to be alone in this world. They were alone for minutes, hours, days at a time. Never centuries. Not like him.
He thought about writing a book but all he ever wrote were prescriptions for his patients. He wanted to write novels and encyclopedias and share his knowledge and wisdom with the world. He could teach the humans so much because of what he had seen, and everything being a vampire had taught him was so valuable.
He came to the place of the Volturi in Italy and there he finally found some peace. But no one was entirely kind to him. They still did not believe this life style was the wise choice to make. But it was his choice. And he could cling to it if he wanted. He could be whatever man he wanted to be. He didn't have to be a monster like they were.
He didn't have to be that kind of man.
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Fin.