A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it. I'm making sure that everything I write is canon, but I'm sorry if it ever gets OOC. I dedicate this fic to my two fave Twilight characters, Carlisle and Esme 3

Twilight is property of Stephanie Meyer, but this story is mine!

Please enjoy! ^^

The Fall (Esme's POV) Columbus, Ohio 1911

There was a cool breeze in the air. With one hand, I patted down my faded pink skirt, the other I used to tuck the stray strands of caramel-colored hair blowing freely behind my ear. Not too far from my family's small farm was a large tree, its trunk thick and branches stretching out in all directions, topped with a plethora of lush leaves, blowing where the wind pulled them. It was quite fun to climb and you could see the outskirts of the small city from below. Whenever I managed to climb high enough, there was that feeling of freedom and achievement that I craved so much. I never did quite make it to the top. I barely ever managed to get more than five feet from the ground. There was always an urgent voice that yelled out from my small house, a voice that if I refused to obey, I would be severely punished. Of course, I couldn't recall the last time I even thought about climbing this tree. Maybe it was a few years ago. Being sixteen now, I should think that I'm too old for such childish games. But no, I'm the type of girl searching for a thrill, regardless of age.

I walked across the grass until the toe of my shoe touched the thick tree bark. I reached up to grab a sturdy branch. I hoisted myself up into a crevice in the tree and reached out for another branch. The wind blew my hair back and I could feel some leaves rustling through it. The breeze felt nice. Cool and refreshing. I looked down to check my progress. So far, from what I could estimate, I was achieving a new record of at least seven feet. I smiled, carefully grabbing a much thinner branch and scraping my shoe against the bark. I glanced down to check my footing. As I did, a strong gust of wind rushed from behind me, blowing my medium-length hair in my face. I tightly shut my eyes and let go of one of the tree branches to brush the hair away. I lost my footing for a brief second and I pulled on a weaker tree branch in an effort to lift me up, but my weight was too much for the slender branch and it snapped under my weight. The branch wasn't the only snap I heard as I instantly fell to the ground with a loud thud.

A blood-curdling scream escaped from my mouth. There was pain everywhere, especially in my right leg.

"Esme!" My mother's voice was frantic in the distance as she ran out from the house, followed by my father.

"Esme, dear!" my father gasped, kneeling to my side. He stared down at my leg, in horror at the sight of the bone standing up in the most unnatural way. "Call the doctor!" he urged my mother.

I tightly shut my eyes, allowing the tears to pour out freely. The pain was unbearable. All I could make out of my father and mother's conversation was that the local doctor was out, meaning we would have to take a trip out to Columbus.

My father carefully lifted me up in his arms.

I couldn't help but burst out into more tears. I was afraid to even look at my leg. I could tell from the pain that it was badly broken.

"It's ok, Esme," he assured me, kissing my hair as he laid me down in the backseat of the car. "We're getting you to the hospital."

The car ride was a blur. I was in and out of consciousness the entire drive. As my father lifted me out of the car, the sky was dark. I could hear the frantic voices of the hospital staff around me as my father carried me inside.

"I'll take her from here, sir," a calm voice spoke with authority.

"Thank you, Doctor." My father's voice was filled with relief at the sight of the doctor. "My wife saw her fall from a tree." He reluctantly handed me over to the young doctor.

"It will be no problem. Just wait here."

I opened my eyes, only to stare at the stranger as he swiftly carried me off down a hallway. My face felt hot. He looked far too young to be a doctor. And he was handsome, more than handsome. I couldn't help but stare at him, wide-eyed. I took in every detail of him; his golden blond hair, his calm voice that sounded almost melodic and his unique golden eyes. He was like an angel, here to save me from my suffering.

His eyes met mine as he gently set me down atop a metal table. He smiled at me and I swore my heart was going to burst from my chest. "Broken leg," he breathed. He stared down at my leg, the whole while I had my eyes fixed on his perfect face. He scrounged about a cabinet of medical supplies and pulled out a syringe filled with the anesthetic. "You're going to feel some pain, alright? Esme, was it?"

I nodded, dumbfounded.

"You're a brave girl, Esme," he chuckled. "No tears or anything." He glanced directly at me.

My face felt hot. I hadn't even noticed that I stopped crying. I could only nod in reply. He was too perfect. There was a sudden jolt of pain that shot through my leg and throughout my body as he snapped the bone in place. I yelped, and grabbed his white coat.

"It's alright now," he kindly assured me. "All you need now is a cast so the bone can set. Lucky for you, it was a clean break, so it should heal quickly," he informed me. "Even after you're all healed, I would recommend you be more careful about tree climbing, ok?" he winked.

"Yes!" I breathed, embarrassed. I couldn't help myself. Too ashamed to look him in the eye, I caught sight of the nametag on his coat as he began putting a cast on my leg. "Dr. Carlisle Cullen." I had meant to say the name in my head, but the words escaped. Even his name sounded beautiful.

His melodic chuckle filled the air. "Yes. Feel free to call me Carlisle, though, Ms. Esme."

Carlisle. Carlisle Cullen. It had quite a ring to it. "Esme's fine, Doctor," I smiled. It was nice to be able to talk to him like this. I watched him cover my leg in plaster. I hadn't noticed it before, but his hands felt like ice against my bare leg. It felt nice, though. Soothing, actually, seeing that it helped numb the pain. I smiled at him, longing to run my fingers through his blond hair. "Have you worked here long?" I wondered, curious to know more about him.

"I've only been in Columbus for three years working." His hands were careful and accurate as he bandaged my leg.

"I see." My voice was sincere as I answered him. I found it hard to believe he's had years of experience with his work. He appeared to be nowhere near his late twenties.

"So, do you climb trees often?" he joked.

"Actually, it's been a while," I laughed. "It just seemed so tempting, you know? I figure I'm too old for it…I guess this was my punishment," I noted, staring at my leg.

He laughed, "Yes, it's quite the punishment to be stuck here with me."

"No, no!" I exclaimed. "I didn't mean you-my leg!" I assured him, my eyes widening slightly. I had no intention of offending him.

"I know, I'm kidding," he assured me as he saw the look of panic on my face.

"Good." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You've been a lovely patient, Esme," he smiled. "Your leg should be healed in about six to eight weeks. Please stay here while I get your parents."

"Wait," I breathed.

He picked up a clipboard from the counter and his golden-brown eyes rested on my face. "Yes?"

"It's nothing," I smiled.

"I'll be back in a second." And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone.

I bit my lower lip, listening to the sound of my rapid heartbeat. Of course this was all too good to be true. I was going to have to leave at some point, right?

The door creaked open and my parents entered the room. "Thank you so much, Doctor!" my mother smiled. I couldn't help but notice the look of adoration on her face but who could I blame? Dr. Cullen probably got that love-sick look from all the women.

Carlisle warmly smiled at my mother and father. "She was a great patient, Mrs. Platt. No tears or anything." He glanced at me. "I just hope the next time I see her isn't in the emergency room."

My parent's laughter drowned out his musical laugh. "Ready to go home, Esme?" my father asked.

I stared at Carlisle. I wanted to stay more than anything, but I knew that would be asking too much. I figured I could always visit Dr. Cullen again, especially after my leg healed, but then I realized it was just too long and far a drive and my parents would just call up the local doctor if I hurt myself again.

"We do hope to see you again, Doctor," my father smiled, shaking Carlisle's hand.

"Please do." His voice seemed to trail off. "Although, unfortunately, my assistance is needed in Chicago and this is my last month here."

"I'm sure you'll be more than happy there!" my mother assured him.

I felt my heart sink upon hearing his words. This was the first and last time I would ever be graced by the presence of Dr. Carlisle Cullen.

My dad lifted me up into his arms, afraid that I might hurt myself on the way out.

"Goodbye, Esme," Carlisle smiled, waving farewell.

No! I wanted to scream it out. I refused to leave. I knew my efforts would be useless, though, and I was far too old to throw a tantrum. I swallowed back the tears I felt welling up in my eyes. "Bye," I choked, gazing at his pale, yet beautiful face that grew farther and farther away from my reach as my father carried me down the long hallway, until we were outside and I had lost sight of my beloved doctor completely.