A/N: Carlisle's letters will be in bold & Esme's will be italics. I know you may think this is weird but this is how I see their story that we don't know much about. :D
CARLISLE'S P.O.V.
It had been a few weeks and I knew I would never hear from her again. My world was crumbling around me. I knew she would never feel the same about me. I had gone done to the post office to seem normal and low and behold I had a letter. I normally had never received mail from anyone but it was from her. I waited until I was back home to read it.
Dear Dr. Cullen,
I wanted to personally thank you for everything you had done that day I had broken my leg. Not only was the experience quick but also quite unexpected in my opinion. I believed it to be something worse than what it actually was. Thank you again for making the experience a calming one rather than the one I made up within my mind before I arrived there.
No worries about the leg. I have been listening and kept it above ground as much as possible. I will be going back to the hospital in a week timing and I was wondering if maybe we would be able to see each other again once I do arrive. Of course I know you're busy but just wanted to let you know in case we could see each other again.
Thanks a million and hope to hear from you soon!
From the tree climber,
Esme
I was surprised when I read the letter. She seemed to be really grateful for anyone around her who was willing to help her. She seemed to be a wonderful young woman who had made a very large impression on me. I didn't know if I should right her back but I decided I should. So I sat down at my desk and wrote to her.
Dear Esme,
I am glad you had a better experience then you thought you would have. Regretfully I will not be at the hospital when you come in. I normally work during the night shift. I am glad you are doing as instructed because that makes the healing go even faster. I don't know if I will ever see you again but I am more then happy to get your letters. Hope to hear from you soon. And please call me Carlisle and tell me about your self in your next letter if you decide to write me again.
Sincerely Yours,
Carlisle
I sealed the envelope and decided I would put it in the mail the next day. I didn't really know what to say to her. She probably wouldn't right back but it was worth a shot. I wrote what I thought was appropriate to write to a young lady of her age. I knew I shouldn't have given her my address but I didn't want to let her go.
ESME'S P.O.V.
Eyes of gleaming wisdom, filled with such beauty and compassion stared right back into mine. The color seemed to portray a topaz colored sky, glittering in a way that made my own eyes hardly blink, not wanting to miss even a tiny moment. As he then leaned away again, his smile still faintly visible, I blinked and parted my lips in awe with the note held in hidden sight within my palm. And with that, he was gone and time no longer stood still. Surrounding sounds came back to life as I looked all around me again, wondering if I would ever see him again.
By the time I came back home, I found myself staring at the address, wondering why I was constantly thinking of when it would be proper to send a letter to him. Of course he was too old for me but I felt something connected to him which was odd and unexplainable. Eventually after about 3 weeks, I managed to get my trusty pen and paper and began to write...
With that, I sealed it and waited for the middle of the night to send it without my parents knowing. It took me a while to write just that one letter and hoped at the same time that it was good enough.
I had waited almost a week and then it finally came a letter. From him. I was so happy. He was older yes but he was so beautiful and he was my angle. I was so excited to find the letter I read it over and over again. I could still hear his voice whispering in my ear that day at the hospital. How I so badly wanted to see him again. How I so badly wished it would be him at the hospital that would be taking off my cast.
"Esme come on we have to go to the hospital and have that contraption removed from your leg!" my mom yelled from the stairs. I hurried as fast I could to hide the letter. I grabbed my other crutch from the side of my desk and slowly made my way down the long staircase.
I don't know how I forgot I had to go back to the hospital today but I had. I hoped I would see him but I knew I wouldn't he had told me he didn't normally work the day shift but maybe he had picked up an extra shift for the day. I hope he had.
We arrived at the hospital and after that it was all a blur all I remember was going there and then being able to walk up the stairs to my room to go to bed. I waited till everyone was asleep in their rooms to go to bed. I had gotten out of bed and very quietly began to write my next letter. As I wrote I began to hope he wouldn't be mad that I was writing to him again…
Dear Dr. Cu-*smudge* Carlisle,
Well I went to the hospital and the leg is finally free from the cast. Unusually fast though in my opinion because I have read that it takes sometimes years until the cast is taken off. Not that I'm complaining. I'm just amazed that it took such a short amount of time. It's wonderful! I'm so sorry we haven't been able to see each other again but perhaps maybe next time when I don't have an injury. Do you ever get visitors Carlisle? Maybe I could come and visit someday. Anyways, you wanted to know a little bit about myself?
Well...currently I live on a farm in the outskirts of Columbus which is why I like to be adventurous in different ways. My mother and father are both here and it's quite lovely here. Of course I promise to keep the leg resting still before I start running again. There is a garden just outside my window filled with roses and honeysuckle. I love flowers. They're so beautiful in every way with that sweet fragrance that just brings a smile to anyone's faces. My mother loves flowers too and she is quite a worry hen, worse than me actually. Haha.
Hope you're not stressing yourself too much!
Sincerely,
Esme Anne Platt
I sealed the envelope and then hid it in my drawer I would take it to the postman tomorrow before school. I knew it would be a while for a reply but I hoped he would write me as soon as he received my letter. Now I had to do one thing I didn't like doing and that was waiting.
A/N: I know these chapters seem short but really they are so long on Word it's almost ridiculous. I hope to see some new reviews positive advice or negative. I like both forms.
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The Sexy Nurse :D
