That is his point. But he can't bring himself to move his lips yet. He can see her face, hear her voice, the way she'll grow and flourish. The gentleness for her great heart. The horrible ending she never had because of Carlisle. How much Edward will grow to love her, does even in this moment.
Has he learned more than hate, jealousy, replacement, longing, rebellion, and acceptance at the hands of love? It's a lie to say he hasn't. As hard as it is to perceive it now. Whatever was best of love he's seen because of them. Through them.
Through, though. Not from. Not in.
And when his head is lost in a place Carlisle, this Carlisle, has never been, he doesn't even quite recognize his voice, conceding, as though to a mistake Edward had made, "Maybe you don't know."
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That is his point. But he can't bring himself to move his lips yet. He can see her face, hear her voice, the way she'll grow and flourish. The gentleness for her great heart. The horrible ending she never had because of Carlisle. How much Edward will grow to love her, does even in this moment.
Has he learned more than hate, jealousy, replacement, longing, rebellion, and acceptance at the hands of love? It's a lie to say he hasn't. As hard as it is to perceive it now. Whatever was best of love he's seen because of them. Through them.
Through, though. Not from. Not in.
And when his head is lost in a place Carlisle, this Carlisle, has never been, he doesn't even quite recognize his voice, conceding, as though to a mistake Edward had made, "Maybe you don't know."