Esme's Song-Midnight Sun
Pre-Twilight, Forks (2004), Carlisle POV
I watched my son play the song that had become Esme's favourite, a slight smile on his face. He had just won against Emmett in a wrestling match; Emmett was fuming on the couch.
I kept my eye on him as Emmett put a baseball game on the television. I knew that he knew I was watching him, but I didn't act on it. He knew that I was cautious of upsetting him, and I knew that that made him feel guilty.
There had been many times in the last few months when I would find him just standing and looking out of the window. He had acted the same way in 1927, just before he left. But he had sworn he would never do that again, and it had been worse back then, he hadn't had his brothers and sisters back then, making sure he was alright. He maybe the eldest, but he was the youngest at the same time. We all felt that we had to make sure he was alright, because he was the odd one out, always alone.
I always hoped that everywhere we went he may find someone. But it never happened; we always left with the same number that we arrived with. He would always tell me that I was being stupid and that he was fine. But there was sometimes a sad look in his eyes, a lonely look and I knew that sometimes he was not fine.
But I had a feeling in my heart that he wouldn't be alone forever, and maybe sometime soon, he would find the one that was meant for him.