Leah stared into the woods. She was safe with her thoughts, knowing that she was in her human form. She'd known how to hide it for everyone, even herself, the thoughts she'd really wanted to share. The thoughts that, back when, she hoped would come true once.
Now she was alone with her tears again. It felt the same as it had did before. The loss, the tears, the thoughts in her head. Why wasn't I enough.
Of course she knew the real reason behind everything. Imprinting. She hated it, while most others couldn't wait for it to happen. She dreaded it. She wanted a normal romance, not some mythical soul mate let's-stay-together-forever kind of love. All she wanted was to just be normal.
But then again she knew she'd never really be normal. She'd stay this way forever, until she would find peace for it. She knew she had a plan to get it out of her system, but she also knew this would step her back for a bit.
Sometimes she'd wish she could just kill herself. She tried it once, but only the blood from her wrists remained, the wound was gone in one minute. She didn't even feel dizzy, nor did she lose consciousness. She stayed the same. Just like she'd always be.
She thought of Sam and Emily. The way she'd been kept in the dark. She hated the secrets at that time, but when she found out she had wished she never did. Because after it she'd been stuck reading his mind about her, the way he loved her. She was jealous, and she became a bitch. She knew that she was a bitch about it, and that she annoyed everyone but she didn't care.
This time she didn't know. Didn't know before the actual imprinting the way she'd loved him. But how could she be jealous, of such a little kid? Emily was the same age, easy to be jealous at. But not a kid that age, a newborn.
She decided she could be. It wasn't even a normal baby. She grew way to quickly and was way to smart. She was something she hated. Now even more than she would've, if she wasn't so damn in love.
Leah hated love. And that would always remain the same.