A what if story, involving Sam, Emily, and Leah. Can imprinting truly erase feelings? What if Sam couldn't just erase his feelings for Leah? What if Emily, being a true best friend/sister-figure, couldn't just hurt Leah? What if circumstances were different, just enough, that fate decided to lend a hand, but only if the three of them stood together?
Leah sat on her couch, a note in her lap, and a gun on her table. Old Quil had made it clear that she was not to interfere with Sam and Emily's relationship. Her own father, Harry, had told her to but out as well. The sad part was that no one told her why. Why was it okay for Sam and Emily to be together, to interfere with Leah's life like this, and yet, no one cared?
Recently, Seth had gotten sick and had since left her alone as well. This all started three and a half months ago, back when Leah and Sam were going to get married. Since then, Leah had found out she was pregnant with Sam's child. She was so excited! She was going to be a mother…and then she saw Emily and Sam kissing…at the rehearsal dinner.
Then, a few days ago, Old Quil visited her home, unannounced, and told (read: Ordered) her to stay away from Sam and Emily; on threat of banishment. When she confessed to carrying her and Sam's child, he even had suggested that she not be around anymore. When she brought up about having nowhere to go, he left. He returned a few hours later with a gun, handed it to her, and then left.
Suicide, something she never considered. Yet, it was also murder. How could Old Quil even suggest such things? She sighed, wondering what she should do. Was life no longer worth it? Could she afford to raise a child away from her home?
Because, she had no doubt, that was what she would be forced to do. If Old Quil was really going to banish her, then she would have no one to support her. Without Sam, and Emily, along with the rest of her family…what would she do?
She sighed, shaking her head, and truly; for the first time ever, she felt alone: Alone and miserable.
With this in mind, she picked up the gun and nodded, placing the note on the table. She then pointed the gun to her temple and, with one final breath, pulled the trigger.