Hey! My second shot at twilight!

It's Esme's POV of Edward's depression when he met them in Alaska.

I just really wanted to show some Esme/Edward bonding, so…here!

Disclaimer: Much to my discomfort, twilight isn't mine…Lucky Stephanie owns it ¬_¬ *pouts*

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-It was as if he was forbidden from having happiness in his life, and I didn't understand why...What had he done to deserve this? To loose a love he had bareley known?-

I regarded my new home in silent sadness. It didn't...feel like home. The way forks did. And the house was full, and still, it was empty. My first son had yet to join us in Alaska, as he was saying goodbye to a girl who I had thought of as my latest daughter, but, it seemed it would never be. I missed her dearly. That's what made the home seem empty; everyone's suffering in silence. Bella had grown on us all, thanks to Edward. I was so ecstatic had finally found a mate, and then...

Jasper turned his head guiltily towards me-I accidentally let a sob escape my mouth. I wouldn't slip again, for my children's sake. Jasper's guilt was affecting us all in different ways, but it had to be taking its toll on him the most. I turned my attention back to the pale wall, counting the moments until my spouse's return, when he could comfort me in a way sometimes even my children couldn't. I knew what it was like to loose a child. I'd sincerely hoped it would never happen again, because it was worse than any other pain I should ever have to experience, including vampire death. I could feel a breakdown threatening to engulf me, and so I ascended the stairs quickly and took refuge in my room. Emmett sighed: a sound that rarely escaped his usually cheerful lips. I tried to sob quietly, but found that my children's misery only intensified the sound. I felt so horrible, knowing that they could all still hear me, and that I as hurting them, but I needed to let this go. The dry sobs began to quiet, and I heard the gentle purr of a vehicle parking outside of the foreign house. Edward! I thought, sprinting down the stairs and locking my eyes on the door. My children had beaten me to it in their haste, and they surrounded a broken man. His eyes were tortured and black and he look as though if he could sleep, he hadn't done so in a thousand years, and I didn't even believe it was because of thirst. I took a step closer and watched as they tried aimlessly to console him.

"How did it go?" Rose.

"What did she say?" Alice.

"How are you?" Jasper.

"I'm sorry, man..." Emmett.

He looked up at Alice, who until that moment, had been ignoring him with an indescribable hatred, for not letting her say her goodbyes to her best friend, and managed to choke out. "Please..."

He stumbled towards me, and letting my maternal instincts consume me, I embraced him as tightly as I could and held his head. His form shook, trying in vain to prevent the sobs, but to no avail; he returned the embrace and began to bawl tearlessly onto my shoulder. I said nothing and let him empty his sadness. I knew he couldn't do that all now, but when he needed to let it go, I would be there. I'd decided that the moment he'd made his decision.

"Esme..." He sobbed quietly into my ear.

"Shhh! You don't have to say a word." I steered him up the stairs, signalling to the others not to follow. My one priority now was my first child, who I felt had been neglected slightly, even though I always gave him my affection. I also knew he would feel better talking to me if he didn't have an audience. When he stopped sobbing, I slowed the stroking of his back to slow, circles, as opposed to frequent brushes to help quieten him. Then I sat back and told him to take a deep breath, and tell me-

"What happened?"

"Her-her-her, r-reaction, so excruciating." He pinched the bridge of his nose, willing what I presumed were haunting images of her, to go away.

"How so?" He made no eye contact with me, but I made my best effort to make the understanding silence soothing. We both knew what it was like to lose someone of uttermost importance to us.

"That's right." He grimaced, having read my mind. "You do." He sucked in a large gulp of oxygen, which he didn't let go for a long moment, as he massaged his temple. "Excruciating."

"Please, let me help you." I told him with genuine sincerity. He was my son. I didn't want him hurting.

You're my son. I don't want you hurting.

"I told her we were leaving, and she told me she was coming. I told her it was family only." He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose again. I caressed his shoulder motherly, willing him to go further.

"And…She knew instantly why we were leaving…." He relived the same painful incident, the way I would sometimes when I thought of my baby. But that had had time to heal- this, was a brand new wound, which I as a mother, must lick. I could almost imagine Jasper flinch when he said that, and I felt a sharp pang of remorse for my younger, yet older son.

"She-wouldn't-surrender, so I had no choice…. Mother." He howled in my shoulder for a while, and I didn't stop him. He was opening up to me, which I wasn't sure if he would. But I was grateful that he had turned to me, because I always have love to offer him, I hope he never forgets that.

I managed to get him to crack a smile at that statement, and so I soothed him on, wanting to hear the full story.

"I told her that I didn't want her… All wicked lies….But she believed me, and I could almost see her heart break. But I certainly heard it…" I put my hand on his head, where, strangely, it rest on my shoulder. I'd found when my other children wanted guidance, even Jasper, would do this as a sign of affection. But never Edward…I must have done something right to earn his fondness, my son… He smiled half-heartedly again up at me.

"You did a wonderful thing…" He glanced up at me sceptically.

"You sacrificed your own happiness, to try and make her life better. If that isn't loyalty and love, then I don't know what is." I continued.

"I'm empty." It was a statement that crushed my un-beating heart, but I didn't care for my feelings now. I was here to mend his broken heart, which I would do.

"She must hate me for this, how can I go on knowing that she despises my very essence?"

"Perseverance. As long as you believe you did the right thing, she will heal. And even if it takes you a century-"He winced. Maybe that amount of time was a wrong example. "You'll heal too." He looked at me in gratification, and I looked him in the eye, searching for a sign that he wanted to be alone, but I found none.

I didn't mind though, I was happy to be some reassurance, for my child that hadn't ever felt the full force of my special placation. I began to rub his shoulders again as he closed his eyes and I gazed out the window optimistically. For now, he was bleeding, but with a lot of mother's love, I could stitch him back up.

You'll heal too.

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