A/N: So first of all a big thank you to all of you readers who nominated me for a "best post-Twilight story" award (for Morning Star) in the fanfiction contest hosted by the Denali Coven site. I know not all of you read Morning Star, but I know a lot of you did carry over from that story to this one, so big hugs to you. I am so honored. There are lots of great stories nominated, if you haven't seen the site, visit thedenalicoven./index.cgi. The nominees are posted on thedenalicoven./.
Second, I am continuing with the letters... but in case you are worried, wondering when I'll get back to Rosalie's POV, it will be soon. Maybe one letter more from Carlisle:) We all love Carlisle, don't we?? So, just think of these as appetizers before we get back to the main course. Special thanks to Bribbie for her beta reading -- I hope your computer recovers soon! And with that, I am off. Enjoy, and thanks again for all the comments and suggestions...
Dr. Carlisle Cullen
c/o The Hotel Revere
Main Street and Seventh
Pomeroy, Washington
April 29, 1935
My dearest Carlisle,
I was disappointed that you found nowhere in Montana, nor Oregon, to your liking. Of course, I understand the need to find more predictably cloudy weather. And the idea of week long snowstorms, sprouting up in what clearly should be Spring, is not appealing. Nonetheless, I must admit I am beginning to become impatient for your return.
My love, please do not take my words as a rebuke. If our roles were reversed, I, too, would seek the perfect place; a place where we can be ourselves, unworried by our pasts; a place where Rosalie can be free to discover who she is yet to become. But perhaps this is not meant to be. A mere change of scenery will not wipe away all that Rosalie has been through. Nor can it change the fact that we must always be on the edge of human society, not of it. Your most heroic efforts cannot change that, and it pains me to think you have taken such a burden on yourself when you already carry so many other burdens.
Good enough will be heaven, so long as we are together, Carlisle.
In the meantime, I am glad that our foibles can pass for eccentricity and reclusiveness. It is good that you can travel amongst the humans without arousing their suspicions.
Do you think you will press on to see Tanya's coven? I know the company will be good for your soul, but I hate the idea of you going even further. Even as I write the words, I am ashamed of my selfishness, for I am sure living in hotels, sneaking about in the twilight and dark, is wearing on you. I wish I were there to ease your loneliness.
Know that my thoughts are ever with you.
Your loving Esme