"He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were young."

Three-Shot Drabble (The next two might not be a drabbles)

Pairing: Leah X Sam

Inspiration: The Killers

Sun Kissed

How ironic was it that the person to bring her into redemption was the very same who had brought her destruction.

She couldn't smile, no matter how hard she tried. The photographer was shouting and her mother was pleading, and she really didn't want to ruin the photos, but she failed. Just like all of her other failures—she wondered why she even bothered trying. She tried to make the line of her mouth tilt up, but it was impossible when she was trying not to cry. It was her dream wedding, but she was in the wrong place. Instead of at the altar, she was standing off to the side, watching it unfold before her weary eyes.

She should've been the bride, not her cousin's bridesmaid. She'd been his fiancée once. She tried as hard as she could to not remember, but Leah was a failure. He'd proposed when they'd been sifting through college applications.

"Marry me, Leah. When we're done with college. We'll stay on the reservation or go anywhere you like—and we'll raise a family together."

She swallowed; a bitter taste. It was always bitter around Sam and Emily. They both had never tried. Sam hadn't tried to stop his imprint, and Emily hadn't tried to refuse him. She hated them both. She'd been forced to attend the wedding, ordered by her mother and alpha. Jacob at first had refused to order her around—"I'm not like Sam."—but he couldn't resist the pleading of Sue, Billy and Emily. So as a result, she was standing in a one-time only gown, hatred coursing through her and hands shaking in shock and anger. She would stand out like a sore thumb in the wedding photos, but she didn't care. Why was the world so cruel?

Leah couldn't keep from falling to the ground in anguish as the 'Just Married!' sign on the back of the black car borrowed from the Cullens faded from view. Tears ran down her face, ruining her makeup, and she hated her mother. She screamed and told her so, along with Sam, Emily, Billy and Jacob Black. Jacob gathered her into his arms as she kicked and thrashed, on the verge of exploding into a wolf. He pulled her into the woods, where she yelled and sobbed, but he didn't blame her, nor was he angry at her. He knew exactly how she felt, and he hated himself too.

What she didn't know was that Emily and Sam had seen the whole thing, and Sam had heard it.