A Love Story of Carlisle and Esme

Chapter 1

Hi there, so this is my first ever fanfic. I wanted to write something from a fandom I love so much. Which is the Twilight series. I chose to write about the lives and progress or Esme and Carlisle's relationship during the beginning. I know this story of how Carlisle changed Esme and how their love bloomed has been written many times, but I wanted to write it from my perspective and I really did enjoy writing it. So, I hope you enjoy. I really did try. :3

! Disclaimer !

All these characters belong to the amazing Stephanie Meyer.

Ashland, 1921

Esme's POV.

I was on the edge to scared to jump but also to scared to turn around and go back to a reality of pain and loss. Rather I had chosen to stand on the edge of a cliff ready to end my life right there and then. The reason I was here in the first place was for I had lost my son to an infection in his lungs a few hours ago, he was my everything, he wasn't even three days old. He had saved me from a painful abusive marriage by giving me the courage to flee whilst I was still pregnant with him. I had to save my son and myself, but a lingering possibility still haunted me of what if I had not fallen pregnant with my son and never had the courage to leave my treacherous husband by the name of Charles Evenson. What would happen to me then?

This monster would have probably torn me down even more then what I was now if I had never left. The mental and physical abuse was a nightmare to me. He degraded me in every single way imaginable. I was a broken woman with nothing left in my life but a silly dream of a man who had kept me sane since I was 16 years old. This man was what I wanted my so-called husband to be like. This man by the name of Doctor Cullen was a man who I knew would respect his wife in every single way, and that's what I wanted when it came to having a significant other.

It had been 10 years ago, when I first met him. He was my doctor when I had been reckless teen as my mother would have called me. A teenage girl who had fallen out of a tree and broken her leg. The first time I heard Doctor Cullen's voice I already knew he was a calm and gentle man, a man who would have never been disrespectful to a woman at all. He listened to me unlike any person I knew. Never once did he say what I did was not how a lady should've behaved or how I was stupid. He was understanding and so sweet, he was an angel to me in so many ways. From how he spoke to how he looked.

His eyes captivating my heart right in the beginning. They were so unique definitely fitting for the soft spoken and gentle doctor who he was. His eyes where a gold colour which I had wished I had been able to have looked at forever, a colour not even the finest of gold jewellery or even the final glow of a golden sun set would have been able to have competed with. He was beautiful in every single way. Of course, I knew he would have his own family by now, a wife and many children, but I always wished he was mine. That I was the mother to his children. It was a silly dream I had carried with me until now. A dream of our life together, but of course I knew it would never be. There was nothing that would pull me back from jumping to my death now. My son was gone. The man I wished would have been my husband was probably enjoying his new family now. So I had nothing left anymore to stop me now. I stood there for my final moments praying to god to let me be in heaven with my son George. Asking for his forgiveness for what I was about to do, a sin, committing suicide, ending my misery. I closed my eyes tightly and took one step forward. It was too late now from going back. I was falling to my death and the last thing I saw in my mind was the face of my angel, Doctor Cullen.

Carlisle's POV.

It had been a long evening at work. I enjoyed working the night shifts it was convenient in many ways. I could go to work when the sun was set which helped me not grab anyone's attention, as well as I liked helping those in silence and having no distractions of being bombarded by the day time rush. Recently I had worked over time helping my fellow co-workers with surgeries. I didn't mind the extra work on my hands it was nice knowing I was helping someone get better which always brightened my existence.