A Passing Moment - Twilight - Carlisle Cullen

Chapter 2

Fae

I was on my way to one of my favorite classes, Art. I had to head to the fine arts building which wasn't that far of a walk. As I stepped out of the main building, I took a deep breath of the fresh air. The hallways always smelt disgusting. Mostly because the majority of the student body is male and for some reason they don't care about personal hygiene and if they did, they used the worst deodorant and cologne.

When I entered the fine arts building I headed to one of the art rooms. The school had two, one for sculpture and pottery and another for art that goes on paper and canvas. I preferred drawing and painting over pottery. Just like before, I headed to the back and took a seat by the window. Our teacher had set up large easels and stools for everyone in place of the normal long tables.

Much like my last class, there was a new student. This time it was a blonde girl. She looked like the boy from my last class so I assumed they were siblings. Again, like my last class, there was a free seat next to me which she quickly occupied. I studied her for a quick moment. Her hair was more blond than the other boy, but her skin and eyes were the same. Ghostly pale with yellow/hazel eyes.

My focus shifted away from her as my teacher began the lesson. We were to paint something that described us. It had to be one simple thing, like a landscape, a place, a building, etc. The concept was very interesting. I chose a forest. I stood from my stool and moved it to the side. I preferred to stand when I sketch.

I took out a soft #2 pencil meant for canvases and began to sketch a rough outline of a thick forest. I chose to draw tall trees that would have moss along the bark. Off to the left was a large and small waterfall with a medium sized pond. After I had that drawn out, I drew some soft lines for where the sun would shine through the trees. I drew some flowers and bushes, a few butterflies, a bird trying to pull a worm from the ground, and a mother deer with her baby. I added a few more creatures, like a snake on a tree, a frog by the water, a fox drinking from the pond, etc.

I stood back to analyze my sketch to make sure it was how I wanted before I began to paint. "That looks beautiful." I heard from beside me. I jumped a little and roped my pencil. I looked to my side and saw the blond girl staring at me. "Oh my, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." She said, her face softening a little as she picked my pencil up from the floor. "It's alright. I'm not used to having someone sit beside me." I replied, shrugging my shoulders. I took the pencil from her hand and set it on my easel.

She chuckled a little, "I'm Rosalie by the way." She said, introducing herself. "Fae. What have you decided to paint?" I replied as my eyes traveled to her easel and studied her sketch. It wasn't completely finished but I could kind of understand what it was. "Oh, it's me holding a baby. I want to be a mother more than anything. I want to raise and nurture a child." She explained, staring at her sketch. Her tone had gone somber as she spoke and her eyes screamed in sadness.

I looked between her and the sketch, "You can't have children, can you?" I asked bluntly. She looked at me in shock. "How can you tell?" She asked in disbelief. I smiled softly at her and crossed my arms. "Most people when it comes to wanting children are hopeful. They smile at the thought of having a child because they know it can happen. But you? Your tone held sadness and your eyes gave a look of yearning as you stared at your sketch." I explained. She chuckled softly and looked at her hands. "You are right. I cannot have children. A thought that haunts me."

I sighed and laid a hand on her shoulder in comfort. "I'm sorry." I simply said, before I walked away towards the paints. I picked up the basic colors I needed. Brown, black, green, and white. I walked back to my station and noticed Rosalie returned to her sketch. It was her in a torn wedding dress holding a baby. It was a beautiful drawing.

I turned away and focused on my own work. I began painting the ground and the trees. I didn't get far but that was alright. I blocked out a few things before my teacher told us to begin to clean up. After I cleaned up, I put my canvas in my designated area for next class and went back to grab my bag.

Like before, I walked out of class the second the bell rang giving no time for Rosalie to catch up and ask for directions. It wasn't that I didn't like her, it's just I didn't want to make any long term connections here. Anyways, time for Algebra. My worst subject.

Rosalie

I hate humans. No, not hate. Despise.

My entire first period was filled with those disgusting childish creatures. I was thankful my next class was art. It is one of my favorite things. I've loved it since I was a child. When I arrived at the classroom in the fine arts building, the teacher directed me to the only seat available. It was in the back next to this dark haired girl.

Hopefully she wouldn't be as childish as the humans from my last class. As soon as I took my seat on the stool, the teacher began to explain the lesson. We were to paint something that described us. It had to be one simple thing, like a landscape, a place, a building, etc. Interesting enough, but what would I paint?

I stared at the canvas and just started sketching. Soon, I realized what I had started. I'd drawn myself in my first wedding dress and I was holding a baby. The sketch wasn't finished but I had to put my pencil down. My eyes began to travel around the room, looking at the other human's canvases. My eyes soon landed on the canvas of the girl next to me.

She was sketching a very detailed forest with many creatures and two waterfalls. It was very detailed for a sketch, but nonetheless beautiful. "That looks beautiful." I said without thinking. The girl jumped and dropped her pencil.

"Oh my, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." I said, my face softening a little as I stared at her. I bent down to pick up her pencil. "It's alright. I'm not used to having someone sit beside me." She replied, shrugging her shoulders. I held out the pencil to her and she took it and set it on her easel.

I chuckled a little, "I'm Rosalie by the way." I said, introducing myself. "Fae. What have you decided to paint?" She replied. Her eyes traveled to my half finished sketch. I looked at it as well and my eyes softened. "Oh, it's me holding a baby. I want to be a mother more than anything. I want to raise and nurture a child." I explained, staring at my sketch.

"You can't have children, can you?" Fae asked bluntly. I quickly looked at her in shock. "How can you tell?" I asked in disbelief. Fae smiled softly at me and crossed her arms. "Most people when it comes to wanting children are hopeful. They smile at the thought of having a child because they know it can happen. But you? Your tone held sadness and your eyes gave a look of yearning as you stared at your sketch." She explained. I chuckled softly and looked at my hands. "You are right. I cannot have children. A thought that haunts me."

Fae sighed and laid a hand on my shoulder in comfort. "I'm sorry." She said, before she walked away towards the paints. I briefly glanced at her then back at my sketch. I took a moment before I continued. I decided to make my dress torn, like it had gotten after I finished wearing it. I smirked a little at the memory. Soon enough I had finished the sketch just as the teacher had called for us to clean up.

When the bell rang for third period, I looked up to ask Fae what her next class was, but she had already left. I chuckled and shook my head before I caught myself. Maybe not all humans are bad.