A/N Just a quick note, there's this story, The Dawning Darkness, it's a Carlisle/OC and the storyline is good, the author is very nice and deserves the reviews. So please give it a chance.

Thanks for your reviews, you all encouraged me to continue, and I hope this as good as the first.

I walked, evenly paced, up the drive to your large home. I suddenly felt intimidated, what would you say? I remember when we were kids, when I asked if you would always love me, your only reaction was to smother me with Eskimo kisses.

I picked the note from my pocket, though which had my fingers wrapped around it since I left, for confidence to escalate my peaking ideas of tracking you. Especially when I didn't know you were alive.

I read it, scanning for clues of absence or hostility, I found none.

Dear my little Bell,

I received your letter not moments ago, the loss of you has not healed over time, like you told me it would. If anything, the pain is only worse.

When you married that man, Malcolm, I felt my heart tear from it's cavity of protection, as if my soul was ripped away. But I thought you would be happy, so I lived on, for you. But now I know it wasn't your choice, you had no choice at all.

Please forgive my cowardly actions for not stealing you away like I promised when we were children. For not having the courage to ask for your hand in marriage. But to answer an earlier question, no, I have not married, nor have I children.

I hope that you receive this letter of condolences of a happy life to come, forever I will think of you and the times we had been together. And you didn't steal my childhood, you were part of my childhood, you were my childhood.

I love you with all my heart, and I hope that it is you who reads this. Who's tears I know will drip down your face and onto the ink, smearing it without meaning.

I will leave you with these parting words, because I have a horrid feeling I won't hear from you again, and I hope that it will not have been my fault.

Forever loved, forever in my heart.

Love,

Carlisle Cullen

I stare at the ink, as he had guessed, that smeared from the tears which threatened to fall before I could stop them. Always so predictive, he always knew me.

I look up towards the large door as I sit at the bottom of the splintering steps and I hope that you're not home. But my heart sinks when I hear a piece of paper hit maple wood, slapping it with a crack.

You're most definitely home.

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