Prologue.

Immediately following Breaking Dawn book II—after Jacob imprints

all characters belong to Stephenie Meyers. Not me.

This is written assuming that Leah had begun to have feelings for Jake sometime in book II of Breaking Dawn.

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Fuck you Jacob Black.

It wasn't his fault in the least, but I didn't give a damn.

I ran, with the angry, fiery words resounding in my head. My human legs moved quickly beneath me and the dark forest passed in a blur. I could smell pine and the scent of rain in the air. But none of it was important. The dull aching in my chest pushed me on.

All I could think of was escape. To Escape La Push and my family—to discard everything I had ever known.

I wasn't going to give in to my wolf form; I could only imagine my raw thoughts—subject to be read as simply as a book. It was embarrassing. The anger and bitterness that ached through my very being willed me to change, to say fuck it and become the thing I loathed. But I would not. I would never submit again.

I was fighting back the tears. I had begun to heal—I had been okay. But now I was broken again.

Leah Clearwater. Not the one.

That's what I was always going to be.

With that sudden realization I crumpled into a heap on the forest floor. Pathetically, yes. I sunk to my knees, grasping at the dried needles that covered the ground, my face hot with tears.

Not. The. One.

Again.

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I could recall the legends—the old stories I used to snort at and disregard. They hadn't held meaning before; it had all been superstitious junk. I choked out a snort, tears still burning. How ironic. If only I had known then that this inescapable fate of mine and the people around me would take everything.

I didn't understand.

Just a week ago, I'd been joking. I had not been in love with Jacob Black.

Or I had been in denial—unaware. And now that I could not have him, the pain burned raw and fresh. He had been in love with Bella—everything he had been doing had been for Bella. I had known that, yet it hadn't hurt like this. Jacob being in love with Bella Swan had always been as normal as the lack of sunshine in Forks, Washington.

Now he was lost—lost to me, and to anyone else, save one.

He would always belong to her; and her to him.

Renesemee.

It was almost funny now. My emotions were becoming more manageable, though the dull pain still throbbed. My face was still wet, but the tears had slowed. My own stupidity mocked me. I should have known better.

Unconscious though my feelings had obviously been to me, I had set myself up for this hurt. I was a fucking masochist. That much at least was clear. I could whine and moan about how unfair it was.

Been there, done that. It wasn't worth it.

I could see his memory—it was etched into my own brain now. I could sense the aligning of the universe and could feel the connection, just as he had. But it was his memory, not mine.

The image of that beautiful blond baby girl taunted me and reminded me of my foolishness.

And so uncharacteristically, I cried.

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Honestly, I have no idea where this is going. I am a huge fan of Leah. And a huge shipper of the Leah/Jacob pairing. I wrote this on a whim and at the moment have several ideas swimming around in my head. Still though, I have no idea if I'm going to be simply leaving this be as a one shot, or continuing. And I shall also like to inform you that this is one of my first uploaded fan fiction pieces. As a general rule, I write and then chicken out. So please r&r! I would really appreciate it.