Carlisle was watching me.
That was all that mattered to me. I felt all my misery vanish at his side. I hated how pliable I had become. That all my resolve had vanished simply because I was next to him. Did he also feel the same? I wasn't sure. I was even unsure about how I felt.
"Good luck," I whispered to him again, feeling my heart pound erratically in my chest. I wondered what was reflected inside his gaze. What did he see when he stared down at me?
Carlisle's eyes were like obsidian pools of water. His gaze was sturdy and within his gaze, I could make out the slight reflection of myself.
Rosy eyes and even rosier cheeks stared up at him. His fingers touched my cheek before giving a nod, "I'll bring you victory."
