Somewhere in a world not too far away from their temporary home at the Cullens, a father holds his daughter. He smells her coconut soap and wishes her a good day, and she leaves to board a bus where other children call for her. Human blood runs through human veins, and their hearts beat against their rib cage. Is this what humanity is? Are the blood and the beating heart what gives the title? Carmen desires to think not- that it is emotions, personality, and moving limbs that give them the right to hold the claim. Perhaps she is not human, no, those days have long since passed, but she values those who are, at the least. She hopes that, in time, she will meet more of her kind who feel the same.
She has killed, and the burden that laid heavy on her shoulders gave the vampiress no peace. Now, that she looks on humans with adoration, and her teeth prey into animals for food, her eyes hold no pain here. Carmen’s motions are slow as she smells the boy before he opens his mouth to speak, but it is no matter of his species, lips still curve upwards and she grants the boy a broad smile to welcome him. Edward has spoken of this one before, and how his friendship has been a blessing in the midst of fires of hostility. The woman has met these creatures, these shapeshifters, before. You do not live as long as she and Eleazar have, he longer, and not find that most mythological beings are in truth, reality. Carmen would greet this younger male with delight, for not only his devotion in protecting her cousins, but for his kindness. Most of his kind would treat her with abhorrence, with ranging emotions from fury to disgust, but this boy is courteous, and in her eyes, precious. Previously, she and Rosalie had been gushing over various outfits in a magazine, but the blonde returned to her conversation with Renesmee in another room before Seth entered the library. The brunette nearly corrects him, to remind him that Denali is not their surname, but the thoughts disintegrates rapidly, in fear that it might embarrass him.
“I’m well, dear, thank you for asking! I know we’ve met before but I dare say I’d hate to get your name wrong. Seth, isn’t it? How are you, darling? Do you need a drink? A bite to eat?”
❝—————- Oh.❞ ❝Right.❞ ❝My bad.❞
Well, now the boy is beginning to feel a little silly. More than a little silly, perhaps; It wasn’t often that he felt such uncomfortable sensations surrounding his assertions or observations—especially in regards to his mistakes. He wasn’t remarkablyintelligent, and he did not possess an eidetic memory or a lifetime spent invested in contingency and in erudition, but he knew well enough to know that a life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. He was more the type to correct himself and move on.
He never really dwelled on the more inconsequential things like harmless mistakes, most things in life are moments of pleasure and a lifetime of embarrassment anyway. Photography–in stark contrast–is a moment of embarrassment and a lifetime of pleasure. But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.
❝….. Yeah! ❞ ❝Yeah.❞ ❝You’re right.❞ ❝Seth’s my name ! ❞
❝………❞ ❝…………….❞
❝… — Should —— … should I just call you ’Carmen’ then ? ❞ ❝…I’m really sorry, it’s just – I think I only spoke to you once before ! ❞ ❝At the wedding.❞
❝ … But yeah, I was just thinking of going to go get some strawberry lemonade.❞
❝Esme makes it really good ! ❞
❝—– It’s better than Sue’s.❞ ❝….. My mom.❞
❝—————- But don’t tell anybody I said that ! ❞
Many people liked to advocate for the idea that the happiest period in life—most frequently—is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun. With progression, we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday. It was said that youth is valued at a much higher ambit, higher than its substantiated worth only because it is so brief and so hard to manipulate—often times, conceptualize. Either way, many argued that adolescence was not—in fact—the pinnacle of existence. Rather, it was a meager beginning. Maybe that’s why he respected Carmen, and her lovely mate – and the Cullens, and those who have spent more time on Earth than he has.
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