To: Farah! I know it took FOREVER! Thank you for your help :o) I changed some things but I really hope you like it!
Hello beautiful readers! If you've read my one shot "when did you miss me?" then part of this story will seem familiar, but you'll see it from another perspective :o)
Disclaimer: Only the Poem and the feeling in my heart that both Leah and Sam were set up by faith, but Leah got the shorter end of the stick while Sam at least got to find the love of his life, are mine. I don't own Twilight.
She finally decided to push her pride aside; like many of us have done. When a girl like her has been rejected, pushed away and heartbroken they tend to become bitter, resentful and jaded; but there are days when the pain is far too much to hide, far too strong to deal with , far too heavy to hold on your own.
She would never tell him how she felt, never again, at least not out loud, not to his face. She would mask it with insults and cuss words, with mental slaps on the face and an occasional mental kick in the nuts. She knew she would never let him inside her soul again, but she needed an outlet and he needed to know. So, she did the next best thing she could do, pushing her pride aside, she knocked on his door, left the note on the floor and ran off.
She'd written those words a couple of months ago but she wrote them for herself in an attempt to vent, the emotional wounds hadn't even stopped bleeding when they were already wrapped around each other. The guts these two had! She could've ripped them apart! But instead she saw her clothes being ripped away as she phased for the first time, ironically enough, the one person that had the obligation of explaining what was happening to her, her Alpha, was the person responsible for waking the wolf inside her.
Months passed and nothing was easier, if anything the wounds were still fresh and she even had some new ones; no Sam, no Emily and no Dad. She would go to her mom, but the truth is she was suffering so much over Harry's death, that Leah didn't want to upset her more.
You might think that she was feeling vulnerable when she gave him the letter but, truth be told, Leah wasn't in love with Sam anymore, she loved him, yes, but she was a smart girl and she knew better, or so she says. Whatever the case, the real reason why Leah was giving Sam a piece of her heart and mind , was so it would hurt him, so he would feel some type of pain
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Poor Sam, to be completely honest, walking away from who he thought was the love of his life hurt to the bone, even more than phasing for the first couple of times. Fire, that's what he felt when he was phasing but at least it was warm while the fur ripped through his skin. But saying those words and watching Leah's beautiful eyes blink in confusion shredded coldly through his soul.
He wasn't in love with her anymore either, from the moment he saw Emily those romantic feelings towards Leah were gone. Emily was in fact everything Sam didn't even know he wanted or even needed, he loved her completely. He didn't hurt for his ex-love, he hurt because he HAD loved her, and with all his heart may he add. He hurt because he knew she didn't deserve it and he knew it broke her.
He opened the door and was instantly hit with Leah's scent. He couldn't see her anywhere and the further he walked the faster her smell vanished.
Damn she really is fast.
"Samuel. Just Read it, please. " Was all the small envelope said. It was already making effect, reading his full name stung a little because everyone called him "Sam". He was really shaking and it was because he was scared of opening the treacherous white envelope.
What´s in it?
Well, at least we know it's impossible to fit a dead rabbit or a horse's severed head inside it. Those were two of the many movies Leah and Sam went to watch together on their dates. Now he regretted taking her in case she had adopted any ideas.
".. Just Read it Please" he read again.
He opened the envelope and stares at it. He was used to seeing this handwriting, her handwriting, thought it seemed a bit more serious, more formal; it doesn't have the little squiggles at the end of the letters t or l. he knows they are properly called "tails" but Leah's handwriting made them looked like "squiggles". Now they are simple standing straight lines.
He gazes through the "format" of this "letter" …
He sighs. "UH-OH", he whispers. Without reading it, he can already tell that it'll clench his heart.
See, Leah is not a complex girl; she wears her heart on her sleeve, never walks on eggshells, beats around the bush or sugar coats anything.
When she's happy, she glows, and wears a smile that makes her look even more beautiful than she already is.
When she loves you, she'll tell you, she'll show you, she won't make you forget it.
When she's sad, you can help but want to cry with her, she transfers her emotions so well.
And when she's mad, OH! You'll know when she's mad. Don't cross her. And if you are the reason for her anger, flee the country, not the state, THE COUNTRY. It won't help that much bit at least it'll give you some time to plan your "Please Forgive me" speech.
Out of all people Sam is the one that knows Leah's poems tell a story about her emotions; he got a couple of love poems when they were together; those made his heart flutter with overwhelming joy and his cheeks blush profusely. So, right now, he was scared to read this poem, knowing fuly well that it was a sad one. Most likely he'd end up crying.
But he owed her that much.
He takes in a huge amount of air and lets it out loudly.
"oh Hell, I think I'd rather get a dead animal inside a box" he say to himself, out loud.
Ok, well, I feel REALLY sick, I'm practically dying and My Puppy Paul isn't here to make me feel better, but I know Your reviews would be amazing for my health :o) what do you say?
GabyCaldeMeraz