A very pregnant Esme was following Carlisle around like a lost puppy. It was obvious she was enamored with him. He was walking briskly down the street as they talked. They came to a house and Esme's face fell. Carlisle walked her to the door, said good night, and then left. Carlisle was never one to notice the female gaze. Esme stared after him longingly and he didn't think to look back as he walked away. He wasn't a cruel man. If he knew of Esme's affections, he wouldn't put her off so much. He was blissfully unaware.
"No one was there to read her mind and give Carlisle the truth," Robert chimed in. I hadn't thought about that. The scene changed several times as I continuously watched Carlisle unintentionally friendzone Esme. He was drawn to her too, I could tell. But he was a good man and didn't want to get involved with a married and pregnant woman, especially given his condition.
"Esme, I'm very fond of you, truly I am. Congratulations on your new baby. He's beautiful! I came to tell you I'm leaving town tomorrow. I will always value our friendship," Carlisle was leaving? Didn't he know Esme's husband was terrible? He wasn't supposed to leave town for another month! She nodded sadly and waved to him as he walked back down her steps. She bid him goodbye, then when he was out of sight she sobbed as she turned and slammed the door shut.
The scene changed again and Esme's screams were coming from her house. "It's been a week," Robert provided minimal information. "He's gone, he's gone!" Esme screamed over and over again through her tears. Her baby was dead. I was the replacement son. But, Carlisle is gone! He needs to change her!
When the sun went down, Esme snuck out of her own home. She was dressed in a simple dress with no frills and she wore no shoes. She trudged down the street and we followed from a distance. She walked through mud and stone without flinching. She uttered no sound and shed no tears. She came to the edge of a cliff and paused. I looked around for Carlisle, but he was nowhere in sight. She was looking at the sky. The wind was whipping her hair around her shoulders, a few tendrils flying in her eyes. She didn't brush the hair from her face, she only let out one sob, then stepped forward.
"Mom!" I rushed forward, but I was too late. I saw her at the bottom of the cliff, her body broken and laying at odd angles. I knew she was still alive. "Carlisle!" I yelled, "Carlisle help!" But no one answered. I dared to look at the woman who'd become my second mom and her breathing had stopped. "Esme, no," I sighed.