Okay, so...I can explain :L I really, really need to update the 33rd Chapter of Sweet Escape, but (as always) things have been soooo crazy. And then I lost my inspiration, and I came down with the Flu recently which means I've spent the last week or so feeling baaaad (and Tuesday was my 16th, people :L !) and being off school. I'm actually a couple thousand words into Chapter 33 at the moment, but there's a lot more to write for it so I'm going to keep going with it and hope I can finish it asap for you guys :)

Anywho, as I was trying to sleep off the Flu that's been attacking me and my best friends (no kidding, it's taking us out one by one O.o) I came up with a totally random idea for a short, twenty-or-so chapter Blackwater fic :) I'm gonna be attempting alternate updates (eep) soooo...yeah. Hope you enjoy this short little prologue, I'm working on Chapter 1 as well as everything else.

Em xx

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight :)

I know you told me not to write. Not to call, email, text or come after you, but especially not to write. I know I promised myself I would do as you asked and give you time. But Edward finally told me where you were, today, and I had to do something. Some promises are always meant to be broken, and...I'm not sure how much more time you need.

I'm not coming after you. I'm not going to contact you in any way after I send this letter. But you've been away so long, and you've missed so much, that this was really inevitable.

Everyone sends their love – rest assured, only Edward and I know where you are, nobody else. But you've been missed so much by...well, all of us.

Everyone's great. I, uh...put some photos in here, too, so...it says on the back who or what they're of. Paul and Rachel got married a couple of summers ago. You'd like Paul, now, he's so different. Their boy, Jamie, turned five the other day. Looks just like his father, in a good way. Jared and Kim are married now, too. They've got two kids, twins, a girl and a boy – Katie and Rory – who just turned four, and Kim's getting on for eight months with their third.

Everybody's so excited, you wouldn't believe it. Colin and Brady are off at College now, they're doing well. Sam and Em haven't had any more kids. They say they're happy with Max – he looks just like his Dad, too – but who knows? Believe it or not, Quil's actually talking about settling down. His girlfriend, Kelly, she's really turned him around. You'd like her. She's not afraid to speak her mind, either. Embry normally drops round every Saturday to say hi. He'd be here today but he's in Costa Rica (his honeymoon. His wife, Anna, is really sweet).

Seth's doing fine. He's at University, but he's home on a visit at the moment. He's working towards being a Doctor – he's always wanted to help people, remember? Carlisle pulled a few strings and got him into this really cool medical school in the next state over. I reckon he'll be great at it. Sue's as good as ever, still with Charlie. She's been a life saver these past few years. Really, she has.

Me? I'm fine. I'm not going to lie, it's been hard, but we've gotten by. I...God, I don't even know how to start. It's been so long. When you left...you left, and it killed me. Sasha, she's the only reason I've been able to keep going. You should see her. You really should. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Apart from you.

I hope you don't mind that I named her that...it's just, you left before we could decide and...when I figured you weren't really just going to come back after the 'few days' it would take to find yourself, I had to name her. I couldn't just...not. Sasha's always struck me as a kind of feisty name, and if she's anything like you when she grows up it'll suit her even more than it does now.

I think she will be. Like you, I mean. She's even a bit more on the boyish side, dress-wise, although she likes her jewellery. Especially necklaces. She keeps your ring on a little silver chain around her neck, never takes it off.

She looks just like you did at her age, although my Dad and your Mom swear there's a bit of me there as well. I put a photo in. Sasha's so smart, as well. Her teacher says she's top of her class – gets all her work done and does it well, is always polite and puts her hand up. Half the time she's the one helping me out with that kind of stuff. You'd be so proud of her. Everyone dotes on her – including the Cullens, and especially her Aunts and Uncles, and her Grandparents. Renesmee's stopped growing now, and is like an older sister to her.

She asks about you, sometimes. Like the other day. She was helping me with dinner and, out of the blue, asked if you'd ever helped me cook. Took me by surprise a bit, to be honest, but I managed to explain that normally it had been me helping you.

I'm not really sure what else to say. I could go on for hours – or rather, pages – but there'd be no point in it. I'm not even sure if you'll ever really read this, but I hope you do. I'd better go. Sasha's at the Cullens' for dinner; I told Edward I might write something that he could send to you, although he wasn't too happy about it until I explained that I wasn't going to do anything else, out of Sasha's best interests. Anyway, Esme overheard and was only too happy to let her stay. They adore her over there, especially Rosalie and her Uncle Emmett.

There's so much more I want to say, but I know it's not going to make any difference. I just hope you're healthy and happy, and I'm sorry if that sounds bitter because I'm not trying to sound that way. I mean it. I hope you're doing great, and are happy.

But...seven years is a long time. I'll keep waiting, if that's what you want, but it's not easy without you. I miss you, and I know that, despite not having met you, Sasha does too. We both love you, still. Remember that, yeah?

Thinking of you, always, Leah.

Love, Jake.

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