Carlisle pulled you close to him, with your head on his chest as your tears and make-up dripped down his shirt. His hold around you was tight, as if he was afraid you'd disappear if he ever so slightly loosed his grip.

"I'm sorry... It really kills me to see you cry, sweetheart... You know that, right?" He chuckled lightheartedly, trying his best not to break down at the sight of you, "Look at us... Under the rain like in a cliché romance movie... But, I don't want to say goodbye to you..."