Esme, Esme, Esme i alisema her name over and over in my mind. I loved the way it sounded as it rolled off my tongue. Rosalie interupted my thoughts when she asked me "Carlisle, are wewe ok?". "Um, yes i am fine, how are you?" "I know that look Carlisle your in love!" I shurdded at the sound of her question. "No, i am not!" i lied. Was it really that ovibious? " Yes wewe are i can read it on your face." she explained to me. "What's her name"? she alisema with a grin on her face. "Esme i put i kombeo on her arm this morning" i told her with a frown. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Well while i was putting the kombeo on her arm i examinded her body. Her body was covered in brusies and small cuts. I have a feeling that she is being abused kwa her husband". i explained. "I could see the fear in her eyes while i was touching her body like she didnt trust a man." Rosalie told me everything was going to be ok. But, how could it be when the upendo of my life was possibly being beat kwa an ungratful man?
After the news that he was dead i didnt know what to do. I cried and cried untill i felt no zaidi tears. But i still felt the pain. How could the one thing that i could upendo so much, just slip away. The only positive was that he was in a better place now, were the pain would never hurt him. But i was still here, were the pain could hurt me. I couldnt take it anymore, it hurt so much.
Crying would never solve anything, I thought as i stood up from his grave and started walking towards the gates. The only way i would ever see him again was if i was dead. In heaven with him was all i ever wanted.
Crying would never solve anything, I thought as i stood up from his grave and started walking towards the gates. The only way i would ever see him again was if i was dead. In heaven with him was all i ever wanted.