One step forward, and he recognized her immediately. Carlisle could not help but gasped soundlessly. The girl, known as Esme Platt, looked so tragically beautiful before his eyes, yet she made him feel so heartbroken.
Slowly, she moved slightly. Carlisle had to steady her before losing his control.In fact, her weak moan was making everything worse. He hated to do this, to hurt her. But his logical thoughts was fading.
Her torturing whimper flew into his ears, and he could not help but flinched at that sound. It sounded wonderful and beautiful - Because it meant she was still alive. 近镜头万岁!
The wind tonight was whispering something soothingly. At that moment, Carlisle was sure that he saw her opened her precious brown eyes, looking straight at him.
"Do not be afraid," he murmured to her, gently touched her hand. He was astonished that her eyes were filled with tears, her last few drops of tears. All he could do was holding her more tightly. "It will end soon, Miss Platt, I promise."
Slowly, she closed her eyes, and Carlisle took this as a permission, his lips returned to her cold pale delicious neck, this time, he did not hold back anymore.