February,1921

Carlisle's POV

"Love is more than Words; it is demonstrated through is manifested in the day -to -day occurneces of small kindnesses and spoken is lending a patient ear and taking time to care. " ~ Vincent van Gogh

I couldn't help but stare at the delicate bones of Esme's wrist as she descended down the staircase. I was glad she had finally emerged from her bedroom. She spent several days in her room at a time, only coming out to hunt. Even though she tried to be quiet, I could still hear her cries, muffled under her pillow as she mourned her son's death. It had pained me, to sit there and hear her cries, and it pained me even more to think, that I couldn't do anything to help.

Her crimson eyes met mine when she caught me staring, she gave me an awkward smile that tugged at one of her dimples, and I chastised myself for my boorish behavior. I was then glad that my ears could no longer burn in embarrassment. I would still have to get used to having a woman in the house.

Her back was to me as she stood at an oak bookshelf that was nearly twice her size. She silently contemplated on what she should read and settled on Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudiced.

I smiled, she was a hopeless romantic.

She turned back around, and I ducked my head and continued to read. She was trying to decide on where she would sit, she started towards the armchair across from me, but then right as she was about to sit down, she changed her course, and sat down next to me on the sofa.

My smile was ridiculously large this time, and she noticed. She smiled back, it was a dazzling smile and she looked so young when she did it. As is she were still sixteen. I couldn't help but gawk, after a smile like that she had certainly gained my attention. My eyes rested on an adorable freckle underneath her right eye. Upon our first meeting, she had dozens of sun-kissed freckles, but now only one remained and I was glad it survived the transformation.

She lifted her hand to her cheek and stared out the window. Her eyes were blank, and her face had fallen completely slack. My stomach felt hollow and I instantly felt sorrow for her. I couldn't imagine what it would have been like to lose a child.

She had turned her head and her caramel ringlets covered her face. She had sucked in a shaky breath of air and a small whimper escaped her mouth. She clasped both hands over her mouth.

My guilt trippled as she started sobbing. I was wholly inexperienced when it came to this area of expertise . After growing up without a mother, and my father, being the uncompassionate man he was, emotions and everything that went along with it didnt come naturally to me. I struggled for a moment, unsure of what to do.

My hands went into action, my arm had made its way around her shoulders and I had pulled her close. Her sobbing ceasing only once I began rubbing her back in small circles.

"I'm sorry for your grief, if I could carry some of it for you, I would. It's so hard, to see you so sad everyday."I said softly

She started sobbing again.

"I'm sorry that I am such a burden to you and Edward. I'm sorry that I break almost everything in the house, despite my perfect memory ,sometimes I forget I'm a vampire. I feel- I-" she stammered," I don't feel exactly like myself."

"It's hard at first. I know it is, but that's why Edward and I are here, you aren't alone and we'll help you through this. Don't worry about breaking anything, you are doing considerably well;Edward during his first year, had managed to break about a warehouse full of furniture during his fits. After more time passes, you will discover that things will get easier by the week. After your first year is up, you'll most likely be able to go into town again."

It was a while before she responded. I rubbed her shoulder absently, savoring the closeness.

"Thank you, for everything." she whispered finally.

"Thank you, ever since your arrival, our family has been closer than ever before. Edward finally has someone to talk to that isn't prattling on about a dozen inane subjects at once,he rather enjoys your company."

"Really? Sometimes it feels as if I'm boring him. I've never been much of a conversationalist." She said shyly

"I think you are a very reasonable conversationalist." My hand had a mind of its own as it tucked one of Esme's curls behind her ear. Her heart shaped face broke into another smile before glancing past my head.

"Its almost time for you to leave."

I glanced at the clock. I hadn't realized how much time had passed.

"Oh my, I'd better get going." I reluctantly disentangled myself from her body and stood up. Esme stood up as well before throwing her arms around my neck. I hugged her back.

"Thank you again." she whispered

"You're welcome." I rushed getting my coat on, grabbed my bag, and waved goodbye.

The earlier I got there, the sooner I could get home.