All I Ever Wanted

Summary: After being robbed of what you treasure most by the person you're supposed to rely on no matter what, how do you begin to pick up the pieces? A story about learning how to love again, how to trust again, and how to let go of the past.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, the rights to this wonderful series of books belong Stephenie Meyer. I'm only having a little fun with them.

Note: Large blocks of writing in italics means that the character is having a flashback.

Prologue: After the Fact

BPOV

For a very long time, I had always had my life planned out. I knew form a young age that I wanted to be doctor, but of course, my over-achieving nature wouldn't permit that, so I went into the most challenging fields of medicine. Neurosurgery. And so, I would become a neurosurgeon, find the perfect man, get married, have a maximum of three kids while still staying a size 6, get a house in the suburbs, and live happily ever after.

And for a while, my plan was falling into place, though not in said order. I met the guy first, and for a long time, I thought he was the one. The one. What the hell does that even mean? The soul mate one spends the rest of their life with? Complete bullocks as the British would say. Recent years have proven these ideologies I once held to be completely wrong.

I thought back to 18 months ago, how different my life was. I was relatively happy, successful, and engaged to the 'love' of my life. To Jake. And now my left hand feels a lot lighter, so you can see how that turned out.

"You know, it would be really nice if you could help with cleaning up," I suggested subtlety one night, after what was supposed to be a romantic dinner. I cleared the table, carrying our dishes to the sink, when I heard him burp from the living room, no doubt watching yet another game of football. I never got it, why would they call it football, if they hardly used the feet to handle the ball?

"But honey, the cooking and cleaning is your department, besides, I thought this dinner was supposed to be in celebration of me making partner." Jake replied, as he swung his legs to rest his feet on the coffee table. It was times like these that I wondered what I was doing, letting him treat me this way. He wasn't necessarily a horrible boyfriend — I mean fiancé, I keep forgetting that —but I happened to be really big on feminism, equality and all that. I should be ticked off, but underneath it all, Jake was a really sweet guy.

I walked over to him, crossing my arms, and he slowly turned to look at me, peering sheepishly at me, realizing that he once again made a mistake at thinking he could go all 1950s ideology on me.

"I'm not your housewife from the 50s, that will cook and clean, and pop put children for you, all the while looking pretty and staying home all day, and spending your money." I said exasperated that he still didn't get that my fierce independence and feminism wasn't something I was going to give up just so I could make him happy, and making it easier on our relationship. It didn't work that; both parties were supposed to be in a relationship.

"Oh come on, you know I didn't mean that way, I was just kidding. You know how big this season is for the Broncos, I can't miss a single game." He said softly, trying to get back on my good side. It was working.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me down so that I was sitting on his lap. He rubbed circles with his thumb on my hips, and I could feel myself succumbing, we would never finish conversation. He was always good a t distracting me from the difficult things.

"Why don't we finish cleaning those pesky dishes tomorrow, and I promise I'll help. As soon as this game is done, we can have an early night, spend some time together," he remarked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "What do you say?" He slowly started kissing me still, rubbing his thumbs on my hips.

"Okay" I sighed wistfully, as I enjoyed the feeling.

Suddenly the moment passes, and now I'm sitting beside Jake, as he turns his attention back towards the television, to catch the rest of the game.

It had been long time since that day. A day that represented hundreds of other days of my life with him, and I couldn't help but wonder why I'd convinced myself that I was happy with him. Maybe I was content, I mean, I had known Jacob my whole life. I guess it's easier to stick with what you know than to venture to find something new. Of course, now I was forced to venture into the unknown, now that the known was taken from me.

Taken. Ripped away and stolen from me by person you were always supposed to trust, your family. Granted, she wasn't exactly my blood, but we are half-sisters, that has to count for something. Leah Clearwater-Swan. We weren't exactly BFFs when we were growing up. The eight year difference was huge contributor to our lack of deep connection, and we didn't have that much in common. I loved to read books, watched cop shows, and enjoyed British humour. Leah appreciated scary movies, was obsessed with reality TV shows, and listened to Britney Spears. We couldn't be any more different, but we were still close in our way. We still are.

Even though she is with Jake now, I don't feel any animosity or anger towards her. Anymore that is. And she's my sister; I'll always love her no matter what. As for Jake, I was over him. And to be honest, I should probably send Leah a bottle of wine to thank her. I realized I really did loved Jake, just not in the way you love someone you're about to marry. Our relationship would have fallen apart anyway, Leah was just a catalyst.

At this point in my life, I can confidently say that I am in a good place in my life right now, I love my job, I have great friends, and it couldn't get any better. Even though my plan backfired, I was alive and okay and I had resigned myself to the fact that I would never find love again.

Little did I know just how wrong I was. Sometimes love happens, when you least expect it…

AN: Hey guys, this is my first story, though I have been reading fanfic stories for a few years now. I have had these ideas just sort of running loose in my mind, and I'm finally taking the first step. Please let me know what you guys think, send me your feedback, and let me know whether you want to read more or not.

This is Kingselle signing off!