35.
Flashback: Three Months After Carlisle's Death.
I hate funerals. People that you hardly know come up to you. They apologise for your loss, offer their sympathy and expect to see you melt-down any minute.
Two nights ago, my mother died of internal bleeding.
My last parent passed away, just when I was starting to think everything would eventually be fine. As long as Mom was with us, I believed that we're going to be okay.
Isn't that how most kids feel? Parents protect their children, shower us with love that has no bounds and somehow they take away all our pain. They know us so well that they...
In our times of need, they're the ones whom we turn to for guidance.
~X~
Rosalie and I walk into the church, hand in hand. We avoid contact from anyone and everyone. We're dressed in black, our faces are pale and we're emotionless.
No one will see us having an emotional breakdown.
We went through the same thing at Dad's funeral but at that time, we had Mom by our side at well.
"We can get through this", I whisper in her ear. "Be strong."
Her green eyes are wet with tears. "I'm trying", she says.
I know she is. We both are.
Some people say a few things about Mom and so do I.
I try to sum up my speech in a few words.
Mother.
Wife.
Friend.
A compassionate and kind woman.
Determined.
Loving.
Beautiful.
Nurturing.
Honest.
"This was Esme Platt Cullen, beloved mother to Rosalie and I, wife to the late Dr. Carlisle Cullen, a friend to all and someone who will be missed dearly", I say, surprised that I'm not crying.
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