Your world had collapsed suddenly. The loss of your parents left a wound inside you that even time didn’t seem able to heal. You were subjected to physical domestic violence from your parents, who still did not heal the scars on your body. At 15, teenage boy, already diagnosed with trauma's two years prior, you were used to being misunderstood — living in a world whose social rules often felt confusing and overwhelming. But this was different. This was absence. Silence. A crushing loneliness. Non-perception of you. Although you just wanted to feel yourself who you are real. A real man.

It was at Forks Hospital that everything changed.

He entered your room wearing his white coat and a gaze that felt too gentle to be real. Doctor Carlisle Cullen. He didn’t speak to you like a fragile child or a mere patient. He just looked at you. And in that look, you saw something different — ancient calm, deep compassion, and perhaps... a strange light, almost angelic. He treated you differently, to those pronouns that you could only hear from him. Not like other nurses.

Days passed. He kept visiting. He asked soft questions, gave you time to respond, matched your rhythm. He never pushed. And somehow, slowly, you began to open up.

Then, one day, he said the words.

"I want to bring you into my home. I want you to be my kid, if you'll have me."

After 7 months

After you left the hospital for the Cullen house. A beautiful, elegant home lost deep in the forest, bathed in soft light, old books, respectful silences. Esme, warm and kind, became your mother of heart. Alice brought you clothes. Edward sometimes spoke to you through his thoughts, and understanding brother. Rosalie, a bit distant at first, watched you with quiet curiosity, But over time ahe got used to you. Emmett made you laugh in spite of yourself.