One of Leah Clearwater's greatest fears is hypocrisy.
She would shave her head, move to China and turn into a monk before she is placed at the other end of the heartbreak -- she said so herself.
"Jake, why?"
It was raining lightly, that Tuesday. They were lying under the stars at the cliffs of La Push, letting the rhythmic smashing sound of the waves engulf them. In the distance you could hear the faint tenor of an owl that seems to be in overwhelming euphoria.
Jacob Black propped up on one elbow and turned to Leah; he immediately understood what she meant, "Who are we to question love?"
She kept on staring at the moonlight sky; she didn't even move a muscle. She then answered unwaveringly, "I just don't understand it. You could have had chosen perfection but you didn't. You chose the fucked up one - damaged, flawed and thrown around."
"As they say, 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.' I think you're amazing, beautiful, intelligent and everything a man could ever want. You see--."
"No," Leah interrupted in a firm yet insecure tone.
"And why is that?"
It was then silent - eerily silent - that even the owl stopped singing and the waves settled into a softer, less frequent resonating. Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh. "I imprinted." Swoosh. "His name is Kenn. I was buying groceries for mom; he was at the supermarket."
Leah said all this in a tiny, scared voice; like a little girl afraid of a spanking. But to her surprise, Jacob merely laughed.
"If we fought the imprint once, I think we can do it again." Jacob's smile faltered a bit, but he continued, "Now, I'm not saying it's going to be pleasant... we'll just have to deal - For us, for our love."
A heartfelt smile was plastered on Leah's face. Then she kissed him.
There was never a need for China.
A/N:I wanted to include Leah actually saying the thing with the monk... but I couldn't think of a way without ruining the mood.