Beatrix-Potter
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she stood in a sunlit meadow surrounded by tall trees. The scent of pine and wildflowers filled the air, and there, in the middle of it all, was Carlisle Cullen.
He looked at her with that same calm intensity she'd come to recognize, but something was different. His golden eyes seemed to glow unnaturally, and his smile, though kind, carried an edge of mystery that sent a shiver down her spine.
"I shouldn't be here," Carlisle said, his voice gentle but firm.
"Why not?" Isla asked, stepping closer.
"Because there are things about me you don't know," he replied. "Things I can't tell you."