As Told By Leah

by s.marie11

This is the story of Sam and Leah, obviously from Leah's perspective. How did their romance begin? How was Leah affected when they were torn apart? The whole Emily-Sam-Leah triangle looks a lot different when viewed from Leah's eyes.

1. Prologue

As Told By Leah

Prologue – Heartbreak

It's hard to have your heart slashed apart by the one person you trust more than anyone else in the world. First is the pain of being abandoned – of being unwanted. Then the thoughts come whirling through your mind, millions of ridiculous ideas that might help to change his mind and get him back to you. The worst part is when you realize that nothing can bring him back, no matter what you do, because your heartbreak is only one of the many changes that resulted from forces entirely outside control.

I'm talking about Sam, of course. My past with him isn't exactly a secret. Neither is my present, for that matter. It's amazing how quickly a situation can change from one day to the next. For me it went from "I will always love you" to "I'm sorry, if there was any way to change things I would, but I can't fight who I am – we can't be together anymore." If he thinks that dealing with me is a burden, imagine how it must seem to me; I saw how suddenly the whole purpose of his existence shifted, how easily forgotten I was. And though I may just be a footnote in the story of his life, if truth be told he still is my life. No matter how hard I try to repress my feelings and move on, or stop wishing for him, I haven't been able to let go of him. I don't know if I ever will.

Back when vampires were nothing more than a myth, I was happy. Werewolves were only a legend in La Push, and the suggestion that Sam Uley might one day acquire the ability to turn into a giant dog in order to live out his duty hunting bloodsuckers might only seem plausible to someone who'd taken a shitload of acid. We were in love.

To someone who hasn't actually been around to witness the whole ordeal, I usually give off the impression of the narcissistic possessive bitch who is pissed because her boyfriend was taken away by another girl. Sometimes that's not just an impression, it's who I am. Nobody seems to understand that I don't want to be that way. I can't help that Sam wasn't just a high school crush, and that I deeply cared about him – I can't help that I am irrevocably in love with him.