Here is the long awaited C/E Special Places chapter. It took a while for the idea to come to me. Props to Mr. William Shakespeare for a few quotes. Hope it was worth the wait. Enjoy!
Special Places:
Carlisle/Esme-Under The Trees And On The Hills of London
"O, what's in a name? That which we call rain by any other word would sound as nice," Carlisle sighed softly and suddenly while sitting on a reading chair facing the rain streaked window.
Through the window of their London vacation home, vast green hills and deep rolling valleys that stretched for miles in a secluded area in London were visible. Rain poured from a dark starless sky and sounded like never ending ocean waves.
The scratch of Esme's pencil stropped on the picture she was drawing. Quoting Shakespeare was more of an Edward thing, but Esme smiled nonetheless.
"Esme?" Carlisle asked while walking to stand in front of the couch she was sitting on with an outstretched hand.
"It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night; Like softest music to attending ears," Esme recited.
She took his hand and pulled herself up.
"The beauty of rain goes unappreciated by most people. Care to take a walk?" Carlisle asked formally and sweetly.
"I'd love to."
They walked without speaking for quite some time up and down hills, past small groups of trees, and all the while holding hands. Mutually, they decided to stop and sit under a lonely tree.
For an hour, they listened to the rain softly hit the grass, they smelled the sweet and suffocating scent of rain-drenched grass, and held each other. Carlisle told many stories of his hospital patients and Esme said whatever came to mind. Rain still poured from water heavy clouds in sheets.
By the time they continued on their walk, the clouds were starting to ease and the sun started its way up to London. The clouds had cleared leaving the air misty and filtered with gentle morning sunshine. Still, their hair and clothes were wet.
They stopped walking to sit and watch the sunrise ahead. They kissed passionately; Carlisle's hands were in her hair. Esme turned her head sideways to take a breath and laugh, "I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say I love you."
