Written: 27th September 2010

Pairing: Edward/Carlisle (NON-CANON)

Warning: slash, m/m

Notes: This is from the perspective of a human, Stella, who had been adopted by E/C.

Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.


Stella's Lament

Dreams

I had done what every girl's dreams. I met my prince charming, who swept me off my feet. My family is happy for me, supporting me and telling me it was the best thing ever. My parents love my fiancé and have given their clear approval for the union. My little brother (not yet 16) loves my fiancé like a brother, Robert will do things with John that my parents would, or could, not and while John did not understand why yet he would in time.

Hush

As the wedding got closer, my parents would spend more time talking in hushed conversations, or would leave the house and be away for hours. Mail and telegrams would come in and out. Every now and then I would catch one or both of them looking at me and John, a sad something in their eyes. I tried to ask them what was wrong, they would say "nothing is wrong sweetheart" or "I was just remembering how big you have grown" or some such silliness. I was afraid.

Truth

The night before my wedding, my parents sat me down and went through a large amount of paperwork, deeds, wills, custody orders and other some such. Initially I thought they had done something silly like buy Robert and me a house (it has been offered early on, and refused). I look at the papers, they sit opposite me, looking down, as I realize what this means. I start to cry "No! No! No!" Papa takes me on his lap, soothing, calming. I cry and I beg "Please No! I won't get married, I'll stay here." "Hush," pleads Daddy." "It will be alright," says Papa, "you must look after yourself and Robert…..and John."

Torn

My Daddy is walking me down the aisle. It is the happiest day of my life.

My Daddy is walking me down the aisle. It is the worst day of my life.

My Daddy kisses me and gives me away, a start of my new life.

My Daddy is kissing me and going away, he is leaving my life.

My Papa pats my fiancé's back and ruffles my brother's head.

Neither knows that is his farewell.

Lost

The reception is held in town, Papa arranged for John to stay. It is supposed to be my wedding night, the happiest night of my life. Robert can see something is wrong, but lets me be. I am known to be a bit strange like Papa. The next day they come with the news, the police and the man from Daddy's hospital, they never told me how they would do it, turns out they burned the house down. I think back now to how empty the building had looked last time I was there; I thought it was just me leaving home. I have to tell John that his parents are dead. He cries and cries for Papa, as I cry and cry for Daddy.

Farewell

I stand at the churchyard, staring at the twin graves. They had all been kindly sympathetic. But the questions and speculation, regarding the two brothers, tainted my grief. These people did not know my Daddies. Sadly my little brother still does not know. I made a promise to tell him when he is eighteen, the same age they told me. I feel a hand on each of my shoulders. I whisper "I'll miss you daddies." There is a light kiss on each cheek, "we will miss you too Stella."