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“Charles, could you get the mail, dear? My hands are sticky,” I explained, putting the rolls out on the pan as I heard the mailman pass our home.
Charles’s usual gruff “Humph” answered, and I heard the floorboards creak under his weight. The door opened, then closed again. A few more seconds, and it reopened. However, it did not close like expected, and Charles took a few steps into the living room.
Odd. I couldn’t hear anything after that. I paused--not even his breathing was audible, and he seemed to pant most of the time.
“Charles?” I called curiously, rinsing my hands and stepping into the hallway.
He held a letter in both hands, and his eyes scanned the first sentence once, twice, a third time.
He looked up to me, and I saw an intense fear on his face, something I had never before seen.
“Kiss me, Esme,” he said, his voice almost desperate, pleading. “I’m being drafted.”
I was stunned for maybe a half-second, the implications of this statement not sinking into my brain. When they did, however, I was besides myself with elation.
Was there a God after all? A kind, wonderful, merciful God who listened to the prayers of the sinned but not the saved?
The War. How could the War be so hated, but then so loved, all in the same week? Essie had prayed so hard for her husband, and when his letter came, she cried and swore and we cursed that the War was an unnecessary burden in people’s lives. Couldn’t the Europeans fight their own dammed war?
But now…now the draft was a godsend. Charles, away to Europe…and there was a chance he may never come home again…never hurt me again.
My heart was singing--I had to cover my mouth to hide my gigantic smile and suck in a breath to keep from laughing in this glorious relief.
I thanked my lucky stars that he saw this as a grievous reaction--how could I grieve with news as wonderful as this?--for I was just too happy to even think of faking heartbreak.
Charles advanced to me, and he took me in his rough arms, pressing his lips down on mine. I wasn’t thinking as my arms automatically wrapped around his neck, my mouth moving against his. I was too far gone in my elation to care.
It was the first time since my wedding that I had truly kissed my husband.
Charles’s usual gruff “Humph” answered, and I heard the floorboards creak under his weight. The door opened, then closed again. A few more seconds, and it reopened. However, it did not close like expected, and Charles took a few steps into the living room.
Odd. I couldn’t hear anything after that. I paused--not even his breathing was audible, and he seemed to pant most of the time.
“Charles?” I called curiously, rinsing my hands and stepping into the hallway.
He held a letter in both hands, and his eyes scanned the first sentence once, twice, a third time.
He looked up to me, and I saw an intense fear on his face, something I had never before seen.
“Kiss me, Esme,” he said, his voice almost desperate, pleading. “I’m being drafted.”
I was stunned for maybe a half-second, the implications of this statement not sinking into my brain. When they did, however, I was besides myself with elation.
Was there a God after all? A kind, wonderful, merciful God who listened to the prayers of the sinned but not the saved?
The War. How could the War be so hated, but then so loved, all in the same week? Essie had prayed so hard for her husband, and when his letter came, she cried and swore and we cursed that the War was an unnecessary burden in people’s lives. Couldn’t the Europeans fight their own dammed war?
But now…now the draft was a godsend. Charles, away to Europe…and there was a chance he may never come home again…never hurt me again.
My heart was singing--I had to cover my mouth to hide my gigantic smile and suck in a breath to keep from laughing in this glorious relief.
I thanked my lucky stars that he saw this as a grievous reaction--how could I grieve with news as wonderful as this?--for I was just too happy to even think of faking heartbreak.
Charles advanced to me, and he took me in his rough arms, pressing his lips down on mine. I wasn’t thinking as my arms automatically wrapped around his neck, my mouth moving against his. I was too far gone in my elation to care.
It was the first time since my wedding that I had truly kissed my husband.
Literature
Esme's Wedding Day Part 1
I couldnt help but smile as I thought of who I was entering as, and who I would be leaving with. I never thought that this day would come, the day when I would be truly happy, content. But even though I was overjoyed, I suddenly felt those butterflies creeping back up on me.
Oh, be quiet! I playfully hissed at myself. Well never get through this if you dont settle down!
I was about to enter a very small affair, an event that would only consist of four people; Myself, Edward, a minister, and my now future husband, Carlisle.
I sighed gently as I thought his name. He had been so sweet, letting me plan
Literature
Esme's Wedding Day: Honeymoon
Without a doubt, this had been a perfect day; it was second only to when I realized that Carlisle loved me too. Here we stood, upon the top of a hill, experiencing the same gorgeous sunset that we had been treated to the previous day. You know, Esme, you havent had the delight of the water yet.
Ive been enjoying the company so greatly that I forgot how much I love to swim.
How about a dip, then?
That sounds wonderful, Carlisle! Oh, but I dont have a suit. I frowned.
Yes you do. I packed your bag carefully with the help of a very kind saleswoman. Ill change into
Literature
Rescued by Esme
you know the thing about Carlisle making the syrum so that vampires can
sleep by now.
Alice's POV
Esme and I walked down the rainy streets of Forks, Washington.
It was absolutely POURING outside, and we had parked out car about a
block away from the restaraunt we had ordered foor from because that
was the only parking space. I heard someone talking in an alley we
were passing, and stopped.
"Dad..." He whispered. "You have to stay warm and try to stay dry."
"Jasper...." An older voice, raspy sounding. "So do you...I don't..."
he coughed. "I don't want you to get sick."
"Dad. You're hurt. You staying warm and dry is more important
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I thought I'd be nice and give you guys a happy chapter now. This is one of the only ones, though, before she has her baby. =[
OH: and the meaning of the last sentence is this: every other time she's had to kiss Charles, she's always thinking about kissing Carlisle instead, so this is like the first time that she's not thinking about him.
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I thought I'd be nice and give you guys a happy chapter now. This is one of the only ones, though, before she has her baby. =[
OH: and the meaning of the last sentence is this: every other time she's had to kiss Charles, she's always thinking about kissing Carlisle instead, so this is like the first time that she's not thinking about him.
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Yay! This is so cool. He's finally going away leaving her to dream about Carlisle while he goes and finally dies in War! Yay!
VIVA LA VIDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
VIVA LA VIDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!