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"Leah, I want you to know something," he said as I was licking his sweet abs.

"Hmm?"

"I don't think we can do this anymore."

I pulled back, shocked at what he said. I mean, we've been doing this for about 6 months now, no strings attached, just casual .. well, actually, wild, animal sex.

"Why not?"

He looked hesitant at whether or not he should tell me truth, but I assume that he finally gave in.
"I think I imprinted on Renesmee."

I sucked in a breath. Imprinting. The one thing I hated the most. After all, it did take away my first love, Sam. He used to make me his number one priority and now it seems like fucking Emily, my son-of-a-bitch cousin, was his, as well as making a shitload of babies. I know for a fact that I'll see them in Hell.

"When? Wait, how?"

He looked hesitant again, and right now, I was really starting to regret asking him. I don't think I was strong enough to handle the truth that he laid out in front of me.

"A couple months ago. I just looked at her, and the whole universe stopped."

"Wait, a couple months ago? Why didn't you tell me sooner? What, are you just fucking me until she's old enough so you can leave me and then fuck her? What is wrong with you?" At this point, I was hyperventilating after asking all those questions. I honestly don't think that getting the truth out of him will help me in my self-esteem.

"I don't know why I didn't tell you sooner, it just didn't feel like it was the right time yet. Come on Leah, don't you think you're being a little bit too rational?" he asked with pleading eyes. Those pleading eyes may have worked before into giving him sex, but there was absolutely no way in hell that it was happening now. Not after what he just told me.

I got dressed and started heading out the door, before I could hear anything else, but more importantly, before he saw the tears that ran down my face. I hopped in my recently acquired car and drove myself to the bank, pulling just enough out for what I planned to do, after which, I raced home immediately.

There was no way I could go on living like this anymore. I've been broken, twice. Both by imprinting. Both by men I once loved. The only difference was, I'm still in love with one of them, but he never once knew, nor will he ever, until it's too late. I couldn't do this anymore. I just couldn't go on living, pretending that everything was okay when it wasn't, and it certainly wasn't fair that I bring out my bitchy mood to the pack once again. I think once was enough.

I sat myself down at my desk, and wrote out my goodbyes to everyone that deserved one. That basically translated into everyone but Sam and Emily, though I did write them something, but it's hardly something that someone would say goodbye with. Unless, that is, you counted, "I hope you fucking rot in hell you sons of bitches" appropriate. Knowing that I didn't need to pack anything on my little visit to the Volturi, I set myself out on the run to the airport, but not before he caught up to me.

"Leah, what are you doing?" he said as he tried to get his breathing back to normal.

"I can't do this anymore. I've been hurt too many times. I just want this to end," I said, sobbing against him.

"Lee, there's got to be a better way," he assured me.

"Seth, there is no other way."

"Yes there is, trust me," he said as he led me back into the house.

Needless to say, I obliged.

Everything changed later that night though, when I snuck out to the cliffs that I always went to when times were rough. The tides were rough, just the way I'd hope that they'd be, because it was then the perfect time to end everything. My life, and the pain and torture that went with it.

"Goodbye, Jacob. I loved you."

And with that, my life ended.

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