I am the warm summer wind, blowing gently through his golden hair.

The sun that shines, shimmers across his diamond-like skin.

I am the protector, the preserver of his soul.

I am the reason he found her.

I watch down from the heavens, watching my son, my little boy. All grown up. I have watched him all his life, all three hundred sixty-two years he has wandered the earth. My son, the man who took the gruesome existence he was thrown into and changed it into an eternity of compassion, helping those in need, finding his true calling…and finding her. I cannot take complete credit for him finding her, he is a clever boy; but he found her, and I helped him to realize what he could be in her life. What he is today, what she is to him. I knew she was special when he first met her, laid eyes on her beautiful heart shaped face, grimacing in pain at her broken leg. And ten years later, saving her from her imminent death, showing her a life she could thrive in, teaching her, loving and caring for her.

My beloved Carlisle, I still watch over you from the heavens and hope for the day when you can finally return to my arms, my little one. Until then, I remain your protector, and I will reserve the place of your family in heaven.