"Edward," Esme cries as we walk into the lounge room. "Oh Edward, my poor child."
He swallows as she flings herself at him and he breathes shallow breaths as she cries; he rubs her back, unable to do anything else as tears fall from his eyes.
I know those tears. They are ones filled with guilt; the same ones that I cried when he first called me beautiful and I cried in Alice's arms, unable to reply.
I swallow back my emotions, determined to be strong.
I look away from them and at Carlisle. He nods at me, smiling; his face blotchy from tears.
I smile back, sure that I look just as bad.
I walk towards him and we stand, side by side, as we watch Edward and the first real mother he's ever had… cry.
Sweet, loving Esme.
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