A/N: First of all, do not read this is you have not read Breaking Dawn.
Secondly: Wow. I haven't posted anything in months, have I? I feel bad, but at the same time, I'm just like… ahhh! Because I have super-writer's-block. I swear, it's just terrible. But then I read Breaking Dawn and I thought this up… anyway, this will not be the last Leah angst fic you'll see from me… I have this thing about Leah, I really like her. She's pretty damn awesome. I SO wanted her and Jacob to get together, but uh… there's this little-but-swiftly-growing-bigger problem named Renesmee Carlie Cullen that's putting a stop to that one, so… here it is, I guess.
Leah knows Best
Men break promises.
"It's okay, Lee-lee. I'm here. I always will be. I love you. I always will. I promise."
It happens. It's like rain in Forks or sick people in a hospital. We all expect it; it's how it is.
"Say you'll never leave me?"
"I'll never leave you, Leah. Not as long as I live."
Women overreact.
"You bastard! You promised me, you said you loved me!"
Men get hit with hard objects on account of it.
"A chair?"
"A chair."
"Huh… who knew Leah had it in her?"
Men try to apologize.
"So, now you understand. I couldn't tell you before, because you were human. But now, Lee-lee… Leah… now you're one of us. I imprinted on her, Leah. I couldn't help it. I'm so, so sorry."
It never works.
"Go soak your head, dogbreath, and save me the soap opera."
Women get consoled by friends.
"Uh, yeah… what am I supposed to say again?"
"Good lord. What we're trying to say is Leah, we're sorry about all that. You're, uh, too good for him?"
"Quil, Paul, get out of my house."
Men move on.
"Emily and I are getting married."
"A long time from now, of course. Sam has to sort out his… life… and I have to finish school and all. But, yes, it's going to happen. We hope all of you can make it."
Some terrible tragedy might strike women's lives.
"Leah, it's Dad… he… he…"
"Seth, calm down, tell me what's wrong! What's wrong with Dad?"
"He had a heart attack, Lee. He's gone."
Men pretend to care.
"I'm sorry about your dad, Lee-le—uh, Leah. Especially after all this…"
Women go into a state of denial in which they believe they have moved on.
"I told you, Sam, just save me the soap opera already. I'm over it."
Men know better.
"She thinks I'm stupid, Jared. She thinks I believe her when she says she doesn't love me anymore."
"Leah knows best, Sam. Just let her think what she wants."
And men feel regret.
"I know I should just let it go… But the hardest part about her still loving me… is that sometimes, I wish so, so badly that I could love her back."
"That's not the way imprinting is supposed to work. You only love Em, right?"
"Of course I do. She's my Imprint, my soulmate, my other half or whatever. And I love her, of course I do. How could I not? Sometimes, though, when I think really far back to when I never knew Emily, I remember what it was like to love Leah. And… swear you won't mention this to Em… but sometimes… I miss her. My Lee-lee."
"Dude… that's not… it can't be… normal."
"I know. But it's how it is. The thing is, Jared—I had a choice back then. I could have fallen in love with anyone, it wasn't like imprinting. And I chose Leah. And Leah chose me. And then I saw Emily and… I didn't have a choice anymore. I was forced to make a new one."
But in the end…
"I never got to tell you how great it was about you and the, uh, monstrosity. I mean… about you and Renesmee."
"Oh. Well. Thanks."
"I guess you've always been one of the lucky ones, huh, Jake?"
"I wouldn't say that."
"Then what would you say?"
"I don't know. I'm sorry, Leah. About… you and…"
"I told you, I told everyone—I'm over it. I'm over him. I have been for ages."
"If you say so."
"Ugh, shut up. Just because you're the Alpha Pup doesn't mean you know everything."
"Yeah, I guess not. Hear that, Embry? From now on, ask the Second. Leah knows best, obviously."
In the end, women know best.
"Please, Leah. Just stop crying. It hurts me too, you know."
"I'm sorry. I'm a pretty crappy big sister, huh?"
"No way. You're great. I just wish you could imprint, you know? Then you wouldn't miss Sam at all."
"I wish so too."
Or at least, they wish they did.