try not to think about esme. esme, the innocent bystander in all the drama.
esme, who had to see the love of her adoptive son’s life cling onto humanity with every breath she took in their presence. esme, who had to put up with a traumatized confederate soldier, a depressed ww1 soldier wannabe, a hectic girl who had weight on her tiny shoulders to be an oracle to ensure their safety, the bitter, the energetic. and that they weren’t simply adoptive children for the pretense, or the convenience. but, dammit, just how broken they were. children. her children. this woman had to deal with rejection and death and the crushing reality of the pain of their mourning and suffering. frozen as teens, hundreds of years old… the weakest cullen is somehow the most determined and selfless. don’t imagine esme cullen religiously reading cooking books and watching cooking programs to feed the wolves and bella. failed attempts of meals and the smell of burning and her being skittish of the cooker and its flames due to an “incident” with a pack of jiffy pop. desperately attempting to give all that she could give to prove that despite her… condition, that she loved, unconditionally, and cared. don’t imagine the hurt she masked with her understanding at the rejection of her kindness. don’t imagine her taking it in her stride and growing even more determined to fight and love. don’t imagine carlisle, the only man who really saw her as her own individual, consoling a weeping esme at the depravity of it all. robbed of her title, robbed of her individualism. esme cullen is not merely the trophy wife that carlisle took as a companion. she is a mother. she is a fighter. and if you think for a second that she wouldn’t give her life to save someone else, someone she barely knew, or one of her children? you’re dead wrong. because she may be the physically weakest; but this woman lost her son, committed suicide, and learned to love again. was steadfast and loving to those who entered her home, or even spoke to her. has the least detail out of any cullen. this woman is the ROCK of the cullens, because she did not make it a coven, she made it a family.
