I'm just not sure. But I figured I'd post something.
Leah has been crying all day and all night. She's been sitting up against her door, blocking people from entering, and Leah is a werewolf. Leah is damn strong.
Nobody knows why Leah is crying. They've all asked, but she wouldn't answer. She just sobbed louder.
Sue calls Jacob in a nervous fit. "She's crying, she never cries, I don't know what the hell is wrong, Jacob help her, help us, please, I don't know what to do."
Jacob comes as fast as he can without actually phasing into a wolf. He gets to the door and Sue flings it open, tears streaking her face as she ushers him in without a word, just a look, a look that says, quite plainly, fix her.
Jacob sits on the other side of Leah's door, his back against it.
"Leah," is all he says. He waits, starts to count in his head.
Two hundred sixty seven, two hundred sixty eight…
"I imprinted."
They are the words neither of them expected, and Jacob sits there stunned while Leah presses her palms to her eyes and tries to block out the image of the man she has loved since the minute she saw him, 34 hours ago at the grocery store.
"His name is Brian."
These words just bounce off Jacob. They mean nothing to him. He's going over other words instead, words like biological dead end and abnormality and female werewolf. He's going over these words and he's trying to apply them to the girl on the other side of the door, but he can't put them together. They're a puzzle piece that looks like it should fit, but it just won't, no matter how hard you push.
"I'm complete now, Jacob."
The way she says his name nearly pushes him over the edge, and he knows just how she feels. She feels the same way he does- trapped, confined, by the one thing that should have made them happiest.
"Jacob?"
"Yeah?"
His voice is strong, but Leah can't see the tears streaming down his face.
"I don't want to be complete."
There's a door between them, a door that will forever separate them, a door made up of things no one and nothing can break through- a door made up of vampires and werewolves and imprinting and mythological things that should only exist in dreams. A door that will forever keep them separated, a door that can't be penetrated even by something as powerful as love. Because love is no match next to fate.
"I know, Leah."
They lean against the door, so close to each other and yet a million miles away.