You meet him in the woods
I take hikes in the woods all the time, mostly when I need to clear my mind. Today I decided I needed some fresh air after seeing my ex with the girl that he cheated on me with. He had the audacity to tease and embarrass me about it by rubbing her all up in me and my friend groups face.
As I walked thinking about the encounter my blood started to boil with anger so I punched a tree instantly breaking my wrist.
"Fuck!" I shout in pain holding my wrist and walking to an opening where I saw him. Sitting in the grass looking up at the sun, as I looked at him I swore he sparkled, maybe I'm just crazy or in too much pain to think straight.
He quickly looked down from the sky and at me before he got up from his spot in the center of the field and walked towards me.
"What are you doing out here?" He questions as he approaches me. God, he's gorgeous.
"Uh, I, I was just walking."
"In the woods? At sunset?"
"I... what are you doing here?" At this point, he was right in front of me.
"What did you do?" He takes my wrist in his cold hand and looks at it.
"I may have punched a tree."
"Why would you do a thing like that?" He questions leading me to a rock in the shade that he guides me to sit on.
"I was a little pissed off."
He chuckles lowly leaving a smirk on his lips behind. I couldn't help but look at his golden eyes as he looked at my wrist. He puts pressure on it before I yanked back in pain.
"Your wrist is sprained." He pulled out a bandage to wrap my wrist from his pocket.
"Do you always just carry bandages with you?"
"You never know what might happen."
We talked as he wrapped my hand and wrist I found out his name. Carlisle, what a badass name.
We met here every day at sunset after that.
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FanfictionA book about The Pack and the Cullen Boys from Twilight. (Interracial)