☄︎ ⋆·˚ ⋆ *. ⇒ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋
The world hasn't planned for us, the universe doesn't want us together and I think it's foolish to ignore that"
"Stars will fall before I let that ruin everything I've hoped for"
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CARLISLE HADN'T LET HIS MIND REST FOR HOURS, how could he have been so trusting of a lie. How had he allowed himself to believe that Estella could have ever betrayed him? She'd never forgive him for this, how could she? He paced around the house while the others talked of plans and promises. His heavy heart told him it was too late, there were a million places that Estella could be right now and only eleven people to search for her.
He could see her in the centre of his mind, her cold eyes talking of deception and war. Carlisle could still feel the burning of his heart as he cast his eyes to the only woman he could ever hope to love. At first of course, as anyone would have been, he was skeptical. It didn't make sense for her not to love him after the time they'd spent together. He could feel the love radiating from her skin, settling deep into her eyes. He had known it, yet he allowed himself to be deceived.
Carlisle shouldn't be so hard on himself. All the Cullens had spiralled in anger that day, furious at Estella beyond imagination. They'd all turned against her, all believed the act that they'd witnessed. After all, who were they to understand the inner workings of Nova's coven. They couldn't have known that they had someone to control minds on their side.
Yet Carlisle should have understood, he should have known that something lay deeper than the words that Estella had spoken to them. In that clearing he'd seen a stranger, a dark twisted imagining of what Estella would be like if she wasn't so loving. After all her efforts to protect them, after putting herself in danger time and time again. They'd all thrown her out as though waiting for the opportunity.
Carlisle wished he'd been better, that he'd stayed with her even when his family needed him the most. It was so difficult, to feel pulled between two roles. Wanting to be the perfect lover but already tied to all the hardships of being a good father. Estella would have wanted him to look after his family, she did the same even when they didn't trust her anymore. She fought for them just as they would fight for her.
Since the dawning realisation of the truth, they'd figured out how it had happened. Carlisle should have seen it, in the fight he knew something was off about the stranger from the coven, the one they didn't know. She'd had Estella's golden necklace clutched in her hand, the one that Estella had been so upset about losing. The one she had carried around with her for a hundred years, a memory, a sign, a gift.
He should've known then that something was wrong. Why would this stranger be holding onto the necklace with such determination, why had she fought ten times harder when Carlisle had taken it from her. As though she was no longer held back. She'd been such a terrible fighter, unsteady in all her movements, mind running wild in stress that Edward could not pick apart.
