Emma Hope
21st July 2016
Dearest Emma,
Today I plan to talk about your father and how it came to be that we met. I know you must be wondering about your grandparents, do you have any uncles or aunts? So here is your father's story.
Your father's name is Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. I know, a long name! But your grandparents Esme and Carlisle Cullen could not settle on one simple middle name for your father, so they decided on two!
Esme and Carlisle Cullen are both only children like myself and met in their first year of college in Seattle. Esme Platt was studying interior design, while your grandfather Carlisle Cullen was studying medicine. They fell madly in love with each other and were married six months after meeting. They found married life hard to manage to begin with. Keeping up the demands of college and family life was hard, but they loved each other very much. Anyone that met them could see they were meant to last the distance, no matter what life through at them.
Your father was born the first year of Carlisle's medical residency, making life very hard for the couple as they struggled with study, marriage and Carlisle's long and unpredictable hours away from the family home and a new baby. But you were the apple of your parents' eyes.
I have been told, by your very proud grandmother, that your father had an uncanny aptitude for music, especially the piano. Your father would hear a tune and can replicate it first time, something he had been able to do from a very young age. Your grandparents encouraged your father to learn to play the piano, especially the classics.
By the age of nine your father started to compose his own music and was a regular at all the local recitals. Esme and Carlisle could not have been prouder of their son. Your grandparents struggled, like any other couple, as Carlisle finished his residency and started working the ER at the local hospital in Seattle.
By the time your father was 6 years old he had a baby brother, named Emmett. Your father adored Emmett from the moment he was born, and always wanting to help Esme take care of Emmett. Your grandmother has told me, many times, how your father would play his music to settle a young Emmett when he was fussy or sick.
As the boys got older their parents encouraged them to be the best they could be, and from what your grandmother has told me, he and Emmett were best friends. They did everything together and Emmett would ask your father play the piano for him and he would sit for hours playing just to make Emmett happy.
Esme has told me that though your father did well at School he only had a select few friends that went through School with him right through to graduation in high school. Of those Jasper, being his closet and most trusted friend. Always there by each other's side to support and be each other's wingman. Whilst Jasper got his license at a young age, your father decided there were enough idiots on the road and he didn't want to add to it. This was a mature way to look at it, since your grandfather still worked in the ER and your father had heard all the horror stories of young lives tragically altered or lost due to reckless driving
Like any teenage boy your father tried to rebel, he went out partying, drinking and smoking but he always seemed to be the mature one of the group, making sure everyone got home safe. When he graduated High School, he was awarded a full Scholarship to study music and art sat a college right here in Seattle or New York, but your father decided to stay close to his family and friends by staying in Seattle, Esme and Carlisle supported your father's decision, telling me later that he was a mature for his age and quite capable of making those choices for himself, and I know your father never regretted this decision because it brought him to you and me.
Your father moved into the dorms at college so that he could experience the full college experience, the studying, parties and girls. As luck, would have it, Jasper was your father's roommate all through college. Your father never really had any serious relationships throughout college and I met him when he had just graduated. Your father also worked on getting his driving license and for a graduating gift Esme and Carlisle bought your father a brand-new Volvo, which became his pride and joy, his baby.
Your father and I have talked many times about why he decided to use a chatroom to meet people while he was in college when there were people with the same interests and understanding him around him all the time. His response was "I was waiting for you". How could I not just love this man?
But your father did use the chatroom, and as he said to me, he was shy and awkward around people his own age, mainly girls. He didn't really know how to talk to them, let alone date. The dates he had been on failed terribly. He just could never find that connection he saw every day in his parents, since that is what he wanted most in his life. To have a wife who supported him through everything and stood by his side, a woman that he could have a profound connection with, that they could finish each other's sentence or know what the other was thinking. Your father was not going to settle for anything less than what he had seen his parent had.
So, your father created the tag name of Green-Eyes because his eyes were emerald green, lame. He says that it was all he could think of. Your father said he spent many days lurking in the different chat rooms, observing the interaction between individuals, while he began to understand the dynamics of the chatrooms. After a few weeks, he started to join in the conversations in the rooms he was in and though he found it boring at times, there was one woman that intrigued him.
Clicking on her profile he described her as the most stunning woman he had ever seen, with the richest mahogany brown long hair and the deepest brown eyes he had ever seen. But what got him to notice her was though she was laughing in the photo, she had a deep sadness in her depths of her eye and he wanted nothing more than to take away this beauty's sadness.
Slowly, he started replying with funny comments to this brown-eyed girl, as he called her, to the things she would say hoping to gain her attention. Over time, it appeared to him, that she noticed him and they started to privately chat about nothing really, just games you play in the chat rooms, till one day he enquired what her real name was and with some hesitation she said it was Isabella Swan. He told her it was a perfect name for such a stunning woman. She did not take the compliment very well and he started to panic that he had scared her off. But she reassured him all was ok and not to panic.
Over the coming months, they talked privately so they could learn as much as they could about each other, their past and future dreams. He learnt that she wanted to be a writer and he wanted to read something she had written, but she would not share.
Finally, on his 21st birthday your father asked me to meet him at a club in Seattle where a group of people from the chatroom that we both regularly talked with were getting together, so that we could meet in person. Your father was nervous about us meeting and scared that I would not show up as the night went on, but he also knew that if I did show up he wanted to be with me.
Dearest Emma,
I will leave you with this and in my next letter I will talk about our first meeting.
Love always and forever mum
Isabella Cullen
A/N, I am going to try to update at least once a week, thank you for joining me on this journey, I really appreciate all the support I have been given so far, please review and let me know what you think of the story. As this is my very first fanfiction I have ever written.
A very big thank you to Cherry and Carole, your support has been amazing
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