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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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81. Chapter 81

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Forever falling side by side,

Edward stands by Carlisle’s side. He’s smiling, something he doesn’t do very often. He’s the only member of our bridal party. Just the three of us and a delicious smelling human minister.

The old man is apparently completely oblivious to the fact that his life’s in danger, reading dryly from the Bible to an invisible congregation. His voice sounds like the wind. “Dearly Beloved, we gather here today to join in holy matrimony Carlisle Cullen and Esme Anne Platt.”

I am hiding behind a tree in full bridal regalia. We wanted to get married out in our back yard, beneath the shade of the trees that arch over the house I painted white. I’m wearing a beautiful dress, sewn with pale orange flowers and threaded wreaths of silvery beads shaped like vines.

I brush the fabric down and hear my cue. My hair is twisted up over my head, my tall shoes to match the light flowers on the dress, a bouquet of orange blossoms and Queen Anne’s lace trailing to the ground. I start down the white aisle.

My eyes are trained on Carlisle’s and he looks at me. The gasp is audible to my ears. He gulps, and I watch his throat clench and release. Then I take a step towards him. His eyes flutter gently closed.

I take another step. And another. And another. There’s no dramatic organ music playing, no flowers, no cheering crowd with bated breath. Just the cool air and the green trees and the white muslin on the ground and the birds singing and Carlisle.

He seems to be everywhere, and I walk towards him again. I’ve been walking towards him my whole life, it seems. This moment is where I’ve always been headed.

We’re finally standing side by side. It’s where I belong. I’ve been in free fall since I was born, plummeting towards a single instant, this single instant, this perfect one.

I smile. More than anything I wish I could capture it… but that’s impossible. I have a perfect memory, but that doesn’t mean I can replay this tense second of ideal anticipation again and again as long as I live.

It does mean I will be able to picture it. And the important thing isn’t the scenery, or even the occasion. It’s the emotion. The knowledge, firm and solid, that there’s no more waiting to do, nothing more to endure. The forever love starts now, and continues for the rest of eternity. That’s all.

“I do,” Carlisle says. His voice is low and deep, and it sends shivers down my spine. If his velvet voice could be rough, I’d say it was. It jars me from my reverie. Good thing he had the first line… I would have missed mine entirely.

“I do,” I echo after a moment.

“I now pronounce you…” he hacks a dry cough into the musty pages of the Bible. “Man and wife.”

Edward claps Carlisle on the shoulder, grinning. I spare half a second to look at them before drowning myself in Carlisle’s eyes once again.

This doesn’t feel like the last time I heard those words. Not like I’m an afterthought, a possession. It feels like I’m his, but in a good way. In the way that means he’s mine too… that we can be together for eternity, that we belong together, that we’re united.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

And he does, softly, like he’s respecting public standards even though it’s just us, and then he lets go of me and whispers something. Just my name, just “Esme.”

“Esme Cullen,” I reply. He grins.

I take his hand and we turn to face our son. And our forever.

Hand in hand,