This is really depressing but it's about when Leah falls in love with Jacob after falling for Sam and Jacob imprints on Renesmee. Just a random drabble. R&R!!
Leah stood on the edge of the cliff, the wind blowing her hair wildly around her face. It looked like a scene from a film where the heroine is about to jump from the cliff but seconds before she jumps her lover comes to rescue her, tells her he loves her. And the heroine doesn't jump. But no such hopes came to Leah now, she had realised long ago that she would never be the heroine, that happy endings always eluded her.
A line from a Shakespeare play came to her at that moment, 'to be or not to be, that is the question.' Leah snorted almost derisively as she though what a stupid question that was. The answer was easy for Leah, she had been strong for too long. Being was far too hard for Leah, she imagined not to be would be bliss. She wouldn't have to feel that searing pain every time she looked at Jacob and saw his eyes full of Renesmee. She wouldn't have to live with the fact that she was impossible to love, that every time a happy ending was just within reach it was cruelly snatched away. So Leah decided to create her own ending, to finally be in control of something in her life.
She had heard people say that life was too short but she knew too well that life was long. Long and hard and to end it would be a relief. But could she really do it?
As she looked down at the crashing waves beneath her she felt terrified. But then she thought of how wonderful it would be not to have to think or feel anymore. Because Leah was strong, but there was only so much a person could take without giving in to fate's seemingly unfair decisions.
And with that Leah leaped, and for a moment it seemed as though she was flying. She looks like a vision of The Virgin Mary, angelic and pure. But then she fell and tumbled downwards, not Mary anymore but the devil, falling down to hell.
At least, that is how it seemed. In reality she was just one depressed woman, torn apart by love. But not having to live as 'that bitter harpy' anymore.