A/N: I'll post another chapter later today!

~We are a strange love, her and I; too wild to last, too rare to break~

I'm sitting on the large, soft couch with a warm cup of tea in my hands, the heat calming my shivers. Esme sits next to me.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Her motherly nature is so humble and caring, it's genuine.

I'm not really sure," I answer honestly. As nurturing as she is, I don't know how to open up to an older female figure, since I've never had that.

Especially since it's Edward's mom, I don't feel right to confide in her about his secrets and I don't know how much she knows about the photo and necklace.

I wasn't lying though; I don't know how I feel about what just happened. I still love Edward – nothing has changed that.

I want to be mad at him but my heart breaks for him; I want him to open up but can't blame him especially when I have no idea what he's been through. Everyone handles their problems and emotions differently; everyone has had different experiences in their life that shape them into who they are.

I've been doing the same thing he has for years.

Esme places her soft, manicured hand on top of mine. "It's not my story to share, but I know that Edward will tell you when he's mentally strong enough. Just please be patient with him. He wants to tell you but it's really hard for him to accept it and say it out loud, he has a panic attack every time he tries. I'm not sure if that was too much for you and if you'll give him another chance, but please hear him out first. He's not a bad person." She takes a deep breath before she continues, her voice heavy with emotion.

"He loves you so much, I've never seen him like this with anyone before, and with the past year he's had, it's been very tough for him. I was worried that he would never let anyone in again. He's come a long way since we moved here. When we first arrived, he was distant to us all, I felt like I lost my Edward." Her eyes tear up and her voice waivers. "His body was there but not his mind. My son loves so deeply, too deeply sometimes but he just needs to learn how to accept his demons and past, and move on while not letting his anger get the best of him. I've tried to get him to attend therapy but he's refused, the scars are still too fresh."

Her words make my own eyes water; the love she has for him is undeniable and she holds no resentment for whatever issue he's been involved with. Her words cause my chest to ache in pain for Edward but leave me with even more questions.

"I'll try my best to be patient. I don't want to lose him, I love him too much even though it hurts me," I divulged.

She breaks out into a teary smile and pulls me into a comforting hug, she smells and feels homey and refreshing.

"I promise, it will be worth it, you both just need to heal together," her bright voice added.

Easier said than done.

Carlisle walks down the stairs, his steps slow and heavy, he looks drained. His eyes widen when they land on me, surprised that I've decided to stay.

"Bella, are you okay? Would you like me to drive you home? I'm so sorry for the commotion," he said with concern.

I hesitate in responding, I don't want to leave until I know Edward is ok.

Esme senses my reluctance and voices her opinion. "Bella, would you like to talk to Edward first? Maybe he's cooled down and is ready to talk?"

Carlisle gives her a stern look before focusing back on me. "I'm not sure it's the best time after everything that happened, maybe you should get some rest and talk to Edward another day."

"How is he now?" Esme asks.

"He's better, he calmed down, but I'm not sure…"

Esme cuts him off, "Carlisle it's fine, they need to talk, Edward isn't going to hurt her."

As sweet as their concern is, I feel frustrated as if Edward and I are children that need permission to play with each other.

Before Carlisle can protest, Edward comes half-way down the stairs before stopping, we can see him from our spot in the living room. Silence rings through the air.

Edward's eyes are heavy and rimmed red. His hair is a disaster and his skin is flushed pink. He's still so fucking beautiful even at his worst – my heart aches. His eyes immediately stare deep into mine; speaking so many words he can't vocalize.

I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I would never hurt you. Please don't leave me.

I instinctively place my tea on the coffee table and stand up, his body calling me.

"Bella, can I speak to you, if that's alright?" His voice raspy and meek, exasperated from the yelling.

Carlisle interjects but I cut him off firmly, "It's fine, I want to speak with him." I stare hard at Carlisle. I move towards Edward.

"Edward, maybe you should speak in a more public space just in case…"

Esme groans, "Carlisle, stop it. They're 18 years old, treat them like it. They're calm now, can you please give your son the benefit of the doubt for once?"

I can see that Carlisle is a good man and loves his son but his concern is overbearing, it's like he doesn't trust him. I can see how much it hurts Edward when Carlisle acts like this.

I block out their heated whispers behind us.

Once I reach the stairs, Edward holds his hand out to me, his eyes soft and open – a peace offering. I know that it won't make everything better but it's a start, I can see that he's trying to give me as much of himself as he can. I take his hand and follow him, the electricity between us still as strong. I hope this conversation will go better.

A/N: What are your opinions on Esme and Carlisle? Did they handle it properly, are they too much? I want to hear your thoughts!