Author's Note: Just a short, short chapter. This precedes the previous chapter, I meant to write it but I just didn't. It's really just what was going through Edward's head during the conversation they have. Also, I love these books so much and sometimes and writing this chapter I just wanted more from a scene so this story might delve into some sense that I felt could have been expanded a tad more, but I'm not sure if I should include it in this story or if I should create a new one? Thoughts? Please let me know what you think! It would probably include stuff from Breaking Dawn as well as the other books, you opinion would be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight and I probably am botching the quotes from the movie as well, forgive me!
Edward remembered all of the heinous acts he committed all due to his anger at Carlisle. He was merely just a child at the time, in comparison of the life he had lived. In his defense, he had never really gotten to live out a life on his own; he was turned at age eighteen, never really knowing how to make decisions of his own. He remembered when he had discovered that he had been "deprived" of human blood; he was angered and frustrated, resentful and left the Cullen clan which had only consisted of Carlisle and Esme at the time. It was a silly reason really, because he knew killing just to kill was wrong, but for some reason he wanted the taste of it. But it could have been the rebellious child that still lingered in him, so he went off for a few years. Always trying to satiate his thirst and purpose, he had felt so alone. He never killed for evil, only for good. He killed those who were planning to do harm (his ability to read minds had come in handy) but it still never felt right. He was nervous to go back to Carlisle, ashamed of what he had done, but he was quickly accepted back into the family. He had felt like the prodigal son.
Even though he still felt alone, he felt less along being with family. Still, it had been an agonizing couple of decades, to see those around him deeply in love. He observed though and hoped that someday he would feel as good as those around him. That cold, winter, rainy day when he had seen her and smelt her aroma, he had wanted to escape but at the same time he thought of every reason why he should say. It was love at first sight; he finally knew what everyone else felt in his home for their significant other, just from one look at her. But her scent was too great for him to handle, he needed time. He fled the building, got in his car, and drove. The rest was history. He took his time, came back and was cautious, but there was nothing he could do to stop the chemistry between them. He knew he was all wrong for her but she didn't see it that way. It was love and there was nothing they could do to stop it. If he had never contracted influenza and Carlisle hadn't saved him, he might have never found love. So as long as he lived without it, it was alright because he had it now. And a daughter. All thanks to Carlisle.
"Carlisle, I never thanked you for this extraordinary life you've given me." He sincerely meant it. He had been blessed with eternity with his beautiful, extraordinary wife and daughter (something the rest of them didn't even biologically have), his family.