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The Falling

In the action itself, she is weightless and free. The flight is not to be feared, only the impact. A story on the life of Esme Cullen. Image Hosted by ImageShack.us Banner By incredible Iris!

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19. Chapter 19

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Undulating rhythm… He arrives with a sad smile. “Well, let’s get you home, Miss Platt.” “Thanks, Dr. Cullen.” When my mother nods at this exchange, turning aside to straighten one of her gloves, he winks at me. There is a clear message. Let’s see who can fool her better. It becomes a game. “Now, mind you take good care of that leg. Remember what I’ve said.” That I love you. The insinuation is heavy, and I match it with some of my own. “Thank you for taking such good care of me. I’ll try not to trouble you again any time soon.” “You do that. And stay out of the trees, Esm- Miss Platt. It’s safer to have both feet on the ground.” “But not as much fun… Well, I’ll keep it in mind, Dr. Cullen. Thank you very much.” “My pleasure.” He extends his hand and lifts me effortlessly out of the bed with the motions we’ve practiced so carefully over the last week. For an instant, when my mother’s eyes are averted, he presses his lips to my hand silently. Mother is standing right there. I roll my eyes at him, and he stifles a laugh. This is a sweet parting. If we must leave each other, this is the way to do it… happily, enjoying each other’s presence until the very last. I grin at him, subtly of course, and his hand catches mine. “Mrs. Platt, I think I may need to help your daughter get down to the automobile. You and your husband may ride home, as my automobile is only a two-seater, but I don’t think a carriage or horse is safe for Miss Platt. Her leg is still quite cumbersome… though once it starts healing I recommend she exercise it regularly.” I note how prettily he worked in the promised insinuation to allow my freedom. I smile in silent gratitude. My mother turns toward Carlisle, frowning. “Well, I’m not certain… it mightn’t be proper…” she demurs. “Now, mother. Don’t insult Dr. Cullen. He’s taken the very best care of me, and he only means to ascertain I arrive home safely. Would you want all his hard wok healing me to go to waste?” “Still…” I apply a slight tinge of guilt. “You left me in his company all week, without bothering to bid me good-bye. I should think a little auto ride wouldn’t be a problem.” Mother turns an embarrassed color, wringing her delicate hands. “Very well, Esme. I’ll see you at home very soon.” The last words are a clear warning. I can almost sense the threat in them. “Of course, Mother. I shall be right there.” She is still twiddling her glove as she runs out the door. Presumably she chases my father. Sometimes I utterly despise my parents… It is not a decent thought, not at all. Even less virtuous is the excitement at this last hour or so to spend with Carlisle. My mother disappears from the hallway, her form gone from sight. As soon as she is invisible, my beautiful doctor turns to face me. Carlisle grins at me. “Well played, Esme,” he whispers. Falling together, apart, by even turns…