A/N: Hey Everyone this story is the product of a double period of math a few days ago, it turned out better than I expected so I cleaned it up and decided to post it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight…
Carlisle's Lament
It's sick how I can't keep my eyes off her, admiring her subtle blush, staring at how the wind caused her brown hair to billow out behind her as she walks.
It's sick how her blood has the strongest siren call I've felt in my three hundred years, how it pulls me close to her, tempting me to attack.
It's sick how I'm jealous of my own son, how I lust for his girlfriend when I have a wife who I've been married to longer than she's been alive.
It's sick how every night when I make love to my wife I pretend it's her.
It's sick that when he brings her to our house I smile like a fool because it makes my whole day
It's sick that I fantasize about holding her in my strong arms, kissing her face, her neck her breast each a thousand times.
It's sick how in my fantasies she always seems to want me just as much as I want her
It's sick how I think of her as mine although I know we will never be…
Because it's sick to think that a beautiful, young girl like her could ever love an ancient monster like me
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Sunflower