I've been wanting to write Esme and Carlisle's story for such a long time... so here you go! A little snippet. Enjoy!

Date: 10th February

Character: Esme

Stimulus: Love Story.

We were both young, when I first saw you.

I close my eyes, and the flashback starts.

She remembers that night, remembers it like it was yesterday. Even though she'd been human when it had happened.

She'd given up all hope; she remembers how that feels. She remembers standing on the edge, on the precipice, looking down into the charcoal, churning water. She remembers with absolute certainty the need to die, to be reunited with her baby boy. She remembers preparing, taking her last breath.

And then, she remembers the voice behind her. The voice that made her release that breath. The golden, beautiful voice of an angel. She'd turned, and she'd seen him. And he had been glorious.

And then she'd taken a step back, a step of surprise, and she'd fallen. The angel's howl of anguish was the last thing she'd heard, before being engulfed by the roaring waves.

And then, she remembers the pain. The burning. But she'd heard his voice, too, the whole time. He hadn't left.

She'd woken up, and he'd been there. He hadn't left. And she'd smiled, and then he'd kissed her sweetly.

And the rest, as they say, is history.