Epilogue
Edward's Perspective
After some time, I didn't know Carlisle had trained himself to protect his thoughts from my detection. Carlisle became cold and distant telling me that I should go and live a more normal life. That we weren't good for each other, and that its time for me to start living on my own.
I wish I knew at the time that Carlisle was lying. It would've saved me from a hundred years of suffering. When I saw that he married Esme and moved to Forks, I was outraged with anger. Oh how quickly was I replaced. Like some toy that was there for his amusement. Needless to say, I became bitter and began hunting humans of bad caliber. It was my way of escaping the reality of not being able to be with him. My new way of life.
That all changed when he bit Rosalie. He had hoped that she would be my mate. I was beyond furious, beyond what words can describe. I hated him with a passion that rivaled the sun. I was vocal in my distaste in her, and ran out into the forest. When Carlisle went after me that rainy evening far in the forest, he told me everything. How we could only love each other in secret to avoid the detection of the Volturi. That the Volturi is against vampires of the same gender together in this explicit manner. That all he was doing was trying to protect me from destruction. How he could control his thoughts. How everyday he thought about my condition, but he never regretted falling in love with me. He loved Esme, but the love he felt for me was unparallel. I felt that when he opened his thoughts for me.
We made love passionately in that forest soon after. It was hungry and needing. We hadn't seen each other in a little under a hundred years. That kind of reunion was beyond necessary. The feelings we had were immediate and overwhelming. Our minds were blank and filled with passion. The force of our kisses was hard and short. We just needed to feel every section of our body and have our scents consume us. The hard clashing and pounding of our bodies contrasted with the silence of the forest. Our loud gasps and heaving were loud in our ears. Our sleek and muscled bodies covered with a layer of mist from the forest. We were fortunate that our cries of lust and passion couldn't penetrate the thickness of the forest.
Then I meet Bella when I attended Forks High school. At first I avoided her unwanted attention, but she intrigued me when I couldn't read her mind. Made me want to study her, observe her to understand the inner workings of her character. Somehow I felt like she was the younger feminine version of Carlisle. I wanted to care and protect her. Unfortunately she could barely protect herself from harm most of the time though. The reason I resisted intimacy with her before I married her, was not because of tradition or her soul. I simply wasn't attracted to her sexually. I grew to love her nonetheless more as a best friend, and I decided to marry her just as Carlisle had married Esme.
We both genuinely loved our wives, but we didn't look at them the same way we looked at each other. We would glance quickly at each other and smile knowing the true secret. My room in the house still had the white couch we made love on from his previous apartment. The song I played for Bella, was the same music that I composed for Carlisle. When I played it, I smiled knowing that he was nearby relishing in his song and memory. Ever so often during hunting, we would plan to purposefully veer off course to relive our passion for each other. It was a feeling of true completion to be with each other.
Our little secret.