Time—a concept both fleeting and endless, a paradox that held little meaning for those who lived forever. For immortals, time blurred into an unending stream. Days passed like seconds, months dissolved into days, and years disappeared like months.

Eve often reflected on the strange relationship they had with time. It wasn't something they measured by calendars or clocks anymore but by the memories they made and the people who shared them.

Decades had come and gone since she and Carlisle had formed their family. Together, they had traversed continents, left places they called home, and returned centuries later to find them both changed and unchanged.

Sometimes, the passage of time was unsettling. There were moments when Eve felt disoriented, unable to grasp how much had slipped through her fingers. But then, she would look around—at Carlisle, their children, and their family—and the fear would ebb. They were her anchor in the endless current of eternity. They grounded each other, gave purpose to their immortal existence, and turned time from an overwhelming void into a series of cherished moments.

The Cullen family was more than a coven; they were a unit, an unbreakable bond of love, loyalty, and resilience. They had endured countless challenges, but their strength was in their unity. Together, they found peace amidst the chaos of their supernatural world.

One day, far in the future, after decades of wandering and settling in different places, the Cullens returned to Forks. Forks was more than just another stop on their endless journey; it was home in a way few other places could ever be. It was where their story had truly begun, where they had built friendships, faced enemies, and found love.

As they approached the familiar, rain-soaked town, the memories flooded back. The towering pines, the misty air, the humble houses scattered along winding roads—it was all the same. And yet, so much time had passed since they'd last called it home.

The Cullen house, nestled deep in the woods, stood like a silent guardian, waiting for their return. Its modern lines and glass walls were untouched by time, though nature had gently embraced it. Moss crept along the edges of the stone, and vines framed the windows, but the home stood strong—just like the family it sheltered.

Stepping inside, Eve felt a wave of nostalgia. The living room, with its high ceilings and familiar warmth, carried echoes of laughter and whispered conversations. The piano, untouched for years, seemed too long for Edward's fingers to bring it to life again. The walls were lined with memories—photographs and mementoes from their travels, books and trinkets that told their story.

For Eve, Carlisle, and the rest of the Cullen family, Forks was more than a place. It was a reminder of their journey, their resilience, and the love that had bound them through centuries. As they settled back into the home they had left so long ago, Eve couldn't help but smile.

Time might stretch endlessly before them, but as long as they had each other, they would always find their way back—back to their home, back to their family, and back to peace.

The twins, Celeste and Ciel, looked as though they were frozen in time, appearing 18 years old despite the centuries that had passed. Their youthful faces betrayed none of the years they had lived, allowing them to remain by their family's side indefinitely. They had embraced their eternal youth, grateful for the chance to live among those they loved without the burden of ageing. They travelled often with each other or on their own; exploring the world, but they always came back.

Rosalie and Emmett continued their tradition of taking time away from the coven every few years. It was their way of reconnecting with one another, savouring the solitude and freedom that their immortal lives offered. Whether travelling the world or simply finding a quiet place to call their own for a while, they always returned to the Cullen family, their bonds with them unshaken.

Alice and Jasper, too, sometimes ventured away, seeking new experiences and answers to questions only they could understand. But like Rosalie and Emmett, their hearts always led them back home. The family's reunions were always filled with joy and laughter, a testament to the strength of the ties that bound them together.

Edward and Eleanor's relationship had been a slow, deliberate journey. For years, they had danced around their feelings, taking the time to truly understand one another. When they finally decided to officially date, it felt natural, as though it had been written in the stars all along. Marriage, however, was a step they weren't ready to take just yet. And that was perfectly fine. They had all the time in the world to grow, explore their bond, and embrace eternity together.

As for Eve and Carlisle, their love remained as steadfast as ever. The years had only deepened their connection, and their partnership was a source of inspiration for everyone in the coven. Carlisle remained her anchor, and she, his light. They understood each other in ways that transcended words, their love a quiet, enduring force that shaped the family's foundation. Together, they faced the challenges of eternity, always finding strength in one another.

The Cullen family was a tapestry of individual journeys and shared moments, each thread contributing to the whole. Though their lives were eternal, they never took their time together for granted. They had weathered the storms of their past and looked forward to the endless possibilities of the future—together, as they had always been and as they always would be.

...

The night sky stretched endlessly above them, a canopy of stars shimmering against the deep blackness. Eve and Carlisle stood on the back porch of their Forks home, the soft glow of the moon casting silver light across the familiar forest that surrounded them. It was quiet, the kind of peaceful stillness that allowed their thoughts to flow freely.

Eve leaned on the porch railing, her gaze fixed on the trees swaying gently in the breeze. Carlisle stood beside her, his hands resting lightly on the wood, close enough that their fingers almost touched.

She broke the silence, her voice soft and contemplative. "Do you ever wonder how much time has passed, Carlisle? I mean... we've been here, living through centuries, and yet sometimes it feels like yesterday that we first met."

Carlisle turned his head, studying her profile, her face illuminated by the moonlight. "I think about it often," he admitted, his voice carrying the warmth and steadiness that had always comforted her. "Time is such a strange thing for us, isn't it? It slips through our fingers so quickly, yet moments like this feel infinite."

Eve let out a quiet laugh, glancing over at him. "You always know how to make things sound poetic. But honestly, sometimes it scares me. What if one day we wake up and realize centuries have passed, and we've forgotten to appreciate the little things?"

Carlisle reached out, gently taking her hand in his. His thumb brushed over her knuckles in a soothing gesture. "That's why we ground ourselves in the present, Eve. By focusing on each other, on our family, we ensure that we don't lose sight of what truly matters."

She sighed, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned closer to him. "It helps, you know—having you here. You make eternity feel less daunting."

Carlisle smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her temple. "And you make it worth living, every moment of it. Without you, this life would feel empty, no matter how long it lasted."

Eve looked up at him, her dark eyes shimmering with a mixture of love and gratitude. "How do you always know the right thing to say?" she teased, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"It's easy when it's the truth," Carlisle replied, his tone gentle but earnest.

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the sounds of the night enveloping them. Finally, Eve spoke again, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Do you think the kids will ever find someone to share eternity with? Like we did?"

Carlisle considered her question, his expression thoughtful. "They're still so young in many ways. But I believe they will. They have our family as an example of what love can look like, and they'll find their paths in time. We just have to be patient."

Eve nodded, resting her head against his shoulder. "I hope so. They deserve to feel this—to have someone who understands them the way we understand each other."

"They will," Carlisle assured her, his voice firm yet tender. "Because they've been surrounded by love their entire lives. They'll carry that with them, no matter where they go."

Eve smiled, her heart feeling lighter. "You always make me believe everything will be okay."

"That's because it will," he said with quiet confidence. "As long as we have each other, we can face anything."

The stars above seemed to shine a little brighter as they stood there together, their love a constant in a world of endless change. Eternity didn't feel so overwhelming when they had each other, and the future, no matter how vast, felt like something they could handle—together.

Carlisle was her person, and she was his.

There was an unspoken bond between them, a connection so profound that words often felt unnecessary. He could read her emotions in the subtle tilt of her head or the quiet sigh she let out, and she could sense his thoughts in the way his gaze lingered or how his hand found hers at just the right moment.

It was the kind of understanding that went beyond love—a meeting of souls that transcended time and space. Carlisle didn't just listen to her; he heard her. He didn't just stand beside her; he was her foundation, her sanctuary, the steady force that anchored her even in the stormiest moments.

And she was the same for him.

Eve was the one who saw through the weight of his centuries, through the countless lives he'd saved and the burdens he carried. She gave him a space to be vulnerable, to let go of the perfection he often felt he needed to uphold. She was his quiet strength, the light that brought warmth to his immortal life.

"It's strange," Eve murmured, her voice breaking the quiet of the night as they stood together. "To think that we've found this... this kind of connection. I used to think relationships were complicated and messy. But with you, it's like everything just makes sense."

Carlisle's lips curved into a soft smile as he turned to her. "That's because, with us, there's nothing to hide. No need for pretences or masks. You've seen every part of me, Eve—the good, the bad, and everything in between. And you've loved me still."

Eve's eyes softened as she met his gaze. "How could I not? You're my home, Carlisle. My person who makes this life—this eternity—feel like something more than just endless days."

He reached out, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch as gentle as a whisper. "And you're my person, Eve. My compass, my heart. You remind me every day why this life is worth living. Why I want to keep going, no matter what challenges we face."

She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes for a brief moment. "Do you think everyone finds this? This kind of connection?"

"I think it's rare," Carlisle admitted, his voice thoughtful. "But when it happens, it's undeniable. It's like finding the missing piece of yourself in another person."

Eve smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "That's exactly what you are to me. My missing piece."

"And you to me," he replied, his tone filled with quiet reverence.

As they stood there, wrapped in the stillness of the night and the warmth of each other's presence, Eve felt a sense of peace she hadn't known before Carlisle came into her life.

He was her person—the one who knew her completely, who loved her without question. And she was his, bound by a love that neither time nor eternity could ever diminish.

THE END

an: dw there will be side stories

BUT FIRST OFF let me give a HUGE THANK YOU for anyone who finished it! I honestly started this fic on a whim, and somehow I bulldozed through it. There are a lot of things i feel like i really lacked in; and things i feel like was left unanswered or confusing, but in the end—this was a book i did not plan out completely - i wrote whatever came to me, it's not perfect , but i learned a lot writing this. So i can't really let it completely rest, i have a special connection with this fic, so it's the end, but not truly the end.