A/N: Greetings from the darkest closet in the world. xD I know, I've been gone -ages-, but I just got back from school and had some muse so DA DADADAAAAAA! I've never seen anything like it, so I wrote it. xD This is not how it was originally supposed to be, but it was so good when I thought it of it. ._. Oh, and by the way, you won't know what the heck I'm talking about until Chapter 1. ;D Lemme know what you think through reviewing!(:

Prologue.

Jacob stared out into the dark abyss, watching as the moon glistened over the hypnotizing black water. The star glittered a little too bright in the sky, mocking him. He watched over the water as it plummeted and fell back in small waves, almost touching his bare feet from his spot he sat on, just barely away from the shore of First Beach. Jacob inhaled the heavenly smell of the saltwater, closing his eyes as he did so and trying to calm his pounding but broken heart. The well over tears were gone, but that didn't make it any less painful to stop them. The music of the party inside was belting outside and with Jacob's sensitive ears, he tried to zone it out and focus on breathing, on the water, on anything but her.

The impossibility of them ever being together had never really settled with Jacob very well. How could it? He'd loved her since they'd been children, sitting in their little mud piles and building castles together. When Jacob's fell down, she'd invite him over and they'd help make hers bigger. If hers broke, Jacob would laugh and tease her and when she'd cry, he'd hug her, like he always did. Those days are over though, for the girl who owned his heart and clearly taken it and was not planning on giving it back.

Selfish, really, of her to expect her to have both of them. To take his fragile heart in her hands and let it bleed on her. Did the blood not bother her as it seeped down her arm, spiraling towards her body? She'd smile though; she'd look her best at all times, put on the brightest smile 'just for him'. She was a monster, just like her husband.

Jacob felt vial creep up his throat. Husband. He never thought he could hate a word so much. And their spawn child? The devil made in hell? Little EJ, named after the bitch's two favourite people, was the person they should have killed, not the one other person he could have ever loved. The one person who should never have been taken from him.

But she was gone. And no matter how many tears Jacob cried, the pain just didn't go away. No matter how many times he whispered he loved her, she didn't come back. No matter how many times he screamed her name at the empty, lonely darkness, no response came.

And no matter how many times he came to regret ever thinking badly of her, she never knew.

Standing up and moving into the dark, thoughtless water, Jacob let the coldness send the shivers down his back. He continued through, until the water was at his chest, and he took a long breath, a final breath.

He flew into the water, whispering four words before he left behind humanity, "I love you, Leah."