Leah scowled as she watched Sam and Emily.
It was sickening, the absolute love and devotion in Sam`s face, and Emily`s mirrored expression.
When someone-anyone- was in the room who happened to be in love, their love just drowned it out. Like a plague, it made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, too.
Leah stormed outside, as bile rose in her throat. She sneered at the perfect blue sky and marigolds, regarding her own presence as a disturbance on the perfect scene. A pesky third-wheel.
She spat on Emily`s perfectly manicured flowerbed, and stalked away, quivering with her gaze red.
Sam looked at the choices of candy in the variety store he was picking for a recent sweet craving he had.
His eyes ran over the shiny labels, plastic containers and cardboard packages, until he found what he was looking for, liquorice.
Red and black were available. Immediately, he began to think how much the two women in his life compared.
Emily was like red, the kind everybody loved, a sweet cherry flavour.
While Leah was the exotic black kind, the one that only some people liked, and Sam was one of them.
Sam sighed, paying for the red liquorice.
"Sam! No! No, don`t leave, please! I`ll do anything!" Leah pleaded, on First Beach, and completely alone with Sam.
Sam`s face flickered with sadness, but he wiped it away before she could see anything."I`m sorry. It just has to be this way,"
"NO, Sam! No, it doesn`t!" Leah cried, tears streaming down her lovely face. She reached out to Sam, and the scene faded...
Leah woke up thrashing in her sleep, her covers all twisted. She recalled the dream, a perfect replica of one of her memories.
It was a dream, she told herself sternly, No, it was a nightmare.
"Go fuck yourselves, you bastards," Leah screamed at them mentally, before phasing back into her human self.
She spat at the pack`s feet, and sashayed off to get clothes on. She ran off into the night, clad in only a skimpy dress, and her hair flying back.
She turned around, and gave them all `the finger`.
Sam sighed, where was his Leah? His Leah, the innocent, clean mouthed Leah he had loved?
His Leah never cussed, not single swear word, she stuck to tamer versions.
Sam stared at her figure, she wasn`t his Leah anymore. She was her own Leah.
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