DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight and any of the characters. I wish I own Carlisle, though. Enjoy!
Overture
I carefully opened the large wooden door to his study, inserting only my head to see if he was there. My vision did not falter me as I saw him sitting down on his leather chair with a thick volume of book in his hands. He didn't look up at me as if he never heard me coming but I was completely aware that he was just savoring the moment. In a fraction of a second, I saw his lips slightly curved upwards. I smiled and quickly strode beside him. I ran my hand over his golden blond hair, to feel its feathery texture. This time, he looked at me with his eyes that resembled his undying compassion; his eyes the exact color as mine yet somehow looked completely different to me. His face that was special in all other aspects.
"I've missed you." I whispered and he stood up locking our gaze. He took me in his arms and I burrowed my face in is hard chest yet soft for me. He kissed the top of my hair and said in his beautiful, intellectual voice that I'll never get used to,
"I love you." those words flew into my ear like a melody. If I had a heart, it should have been pounding on my chest now. If I could blush, my cheeks were all red now. If…
Yet I couldn't regret any single thing that he had done to me. Those beating heart and flushing cheeks were nothing to me compared to what I was feeling at this moment. A weak human heart couldn't sustain my flooding emotions towards him. The redness of face couldn't sum up my undying devotion to him. This, with his arms around me, is enough for me. His presence already completed me. And that was our love.
I felt peace in his arms and also the exultation that I'm finally with him again after a few days of work. Then suddenly, he took my chin with his right hand and looked me in the eyes again. His warm, compassionate smile was etched on his forever twenty-three beautiful face. I couldn't help but to smile back at him.
"My darling Esme…" his endearment never failed me.
I loved him with all my life, with all my existence. And I know that he felt the same way, too; or maybe his love for me was much stronger than I had for him. But it didn't matter as long as we were both together, forever. It didn't matter that my heart had stopped beating because I know that even though it was dead, I would love him just as much.
My husband, my love, my life…
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