1Disclaimer: I do not own any Twilight characters.
AN: Just a random idea that popped into my head over vacation. To me, it still doesn't seem real good, the wording seems kinda...off. I decided to put it on here anyway, thought. Hope you enjoy. -Poseidon's Sapphire
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It is the dead of night in the town of Forks, Washington. Just over the border is the La Push reservation, in which a certain canine is the only one awake. The leaves from the forest trees crunch under her feet as she walks farther into the woods to a long forgotten clearing. Leaves litter her path all the way before splitting apart to form a small clearing, fringed by majestic pine trees sixty feet tall. The moonlight shines down, lighting the world in a silvery mysterious light.
Leah stops and put down the package she had brought with her, along with a lighter. Gathering up some dry wood (God knows where she found it, considering it never stops raining in Forks), she sits down on the damp ground and pulls out the lighter. The flame jumps from the small container and she stares at it for a moment, flickering in the nighttime darkness, before setting the wood on fire.
She stares at the fire for a long time, into the depths where yellow and orange mesh with blue and the deep maroon color of the embers. Her hand reaches absentmindedly in the shoe box she had brought with her.
The picture is one of her and Sam, together, before that damn imprinting business had to come along. They both are not paying attention to the camera, as they both are looking at each other while laughing, sitting on top of a fallen tree, cliffs in the background.. Leah's hair is spilling over her shoulder as she leans forward and toward Sam, no doubt laughing at something he said, and her dark eyes are lively and bright. Sam has an arm slung over Leah's shoulders and he is grinning, the white of his teeth blinding in the black and white photo. His eyes, dark like Leah's, are staring into hers and it is obvious that he cared for her.
She examines the picture carefully before dropping it into the fire. This is her way of picking up the shattered pieces of her heart. Leah's head tilts back to stare up to the sky. The stars twinkle back at her in their carefree innocent way, scattered across the large expanse of the sky. She thinks back to those times where she was young, in love, and naive. And for some reason she can't bring herself to reach over and tip the whole box of pictures into the fire. Every night she has done this, and every night she can't seem to let go.
People wonder why she hasn't gotten over it already, why she is still so torn up. Leah has been trying to fix her broken heart, piece by piece, memory by memory. It is slow going but, it has gotten better. When she started there where two shoe boxes, filled. Now the second is halfway gone.
A drop of rain lands on Leah's shoulder, signaling to her that it is time to leave. Silently, like always, she picks up her things, puts out the fire, and walks away.
Still, Leah Clearwater wonders, how memories can still hurt, and haunt you, if they are burned away.