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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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80. Chapter 80

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Undoes the fall,

“Yes,” I whisper softly. “Yes, yes, yes, I will. Of course I will.”

“Really? I wasn’t… I thought, with what he did to you…”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Carlisle. I know for a fact that you would rather be hurt yourself than hurt me, even if it were only for a moment. You are the gentlest, most harmless person I know.”

He sighs and turns away from me. Just his head moves, as he’s still kneeling before me, hands open with the small box equally spread, ring glistening within. “I thought I’d made you see, Esme, that I’m not a man. I’m a monster. A vampire. I do harm others. I kill to live.”

“Not human life. And I know as well as you do how much that costs every time you make that choice,” I counter.

“True.” He stands, takes my hands in one of his, the other still holding the little box. “You know I am not incapable of violence, right? You will not be shocked and horrified when you see me hunt with your own eyes, when you watch me take a life, rip out the throat of an innocent animal and guzzle down the blood?”

His words are harsh. He clearly means to warn me away. I shake my head. “I will never be frightened of you, Carlisle. I know what you can do. That does not mean you will do it.”

There is a sort of stunned silence from him. He blinks twice, his large eyes glistening with an unmistakable awe.

“You have my word of honor I will never lay a hand on you in anger, darling,” he says into the silence. Clearly, it’s the only promise that fits into the space, and it feels so right. I smile.

“Thank you, Carlisle.”

He smiles again and places one hand gently on my face. Then he steps away and pulls the ring out, carefully snapping the discarded box closed and laying it on the floor. He sinks back to one knee and smiles, looking directly up into my eyes. Gold to gold. The perfect match.

He takes my hand in his, kisses it gently, and then looks back at me and grins. The boyish smile stretches across the whole of his perfect face. It’s shocking on his noble features. It makes me laugh.

He slips the ring on my finger gently. The metal feels just slightly cold. I offer him my hand and he pulls himself to his feet.

He puts his arms around me, smiles, whispers in my ear, “Forever.”

I turn to him and lay my head on his chest. He rocks me back and forth, like a child. It’s surprisingly comforting.

I press my lips against his again, and the familiar motion of it is perfect. He laughs suddenly, pulling away.

“What is it?”

“I’m just… happy. It’s strange,” he says. “I’ve been tormented for so long. Now I’m delighted.”

I grin. “You don’t know how much it means to me, that I could do that for you.”

“I hope someday you will be as glad as I am.”

I look down at the band on my finger. “I am.”

With a flight,