A drabble that was created by boredom.
Leah is pretty out of character, and its pretty pointless.
Leah used to love the rain. She loved the theatrics of it.
She remembered watching a film when she was a little girl.
Breakfast at Tiffany's, the final scene.
A kiss, that when she was eleven, was the most romantic thing she'd seen.
But was now nothing less than sickening.
Leah knew that movies weren't real.
People didn't really kiss in the rain.
She knew she'd never feel that.
The freezing cold being contradicted by heat from someone else.
But part of her wanted to,
Part of her wanted to know if she still felt anything.
And then Jacob had made her patrol in the pouring rain.
She'd been thinking about it and she didn't even realize he was in wolf form.
"Phase back" he commanded her. She knew better than to refuse.
As soon as she did, he grabbed her face roughly, and pulled her to him.
There was no emotion in it.
He didn't love her.
It was nothing more than helping out a friend.
But as the cold rain hit their boiling bodies.
And as he walked off, smiling over at her protectively, hoping he'd made her just the slightest bit happier.
She felt something. She wasn't completely numb. Maybe there was still hope.
