Title: Cracked Glass
Summary: /It doesn't matter if you're not strong, just as long as they think you are./
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer and this story is produced without profit.
Characters: Rosalie/Leah
Genre: Friendship/Hurt/Comfort.
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Status: Completed.
Archiving: Please PM me.
Inspirations/Dedications: ~
Author's Notes: ~
Cracked Glass
On the surface, they could not be more different. One is a bright and fair as the sun. The other is dark and deadly and shaded.
It is when you scratch down to the core that the similarities become clear.
Both ravaged and torn, the years have jaded and worn them.
Damaged and broken. All they have left are shattered hearts and happily ever afters that died before they even had a chance to begin.
Their heroes turned out to be villains.
They are enemies at first because that is natural. Rosalie scoffs and grumbles and Leah snarls back but underneath their hostility is an uncomfortable feeling.
I understand.
Rosalie loves Emmett. He is her world and her life but there are things that Emmett can't understand. The bitter sting of betrayal, the cruelty of words and indifference with one glaring reason.
You are a woman.
It's a shame really because you would think that after nearly a hundred years the world would have moved on.
"People suck," Leah mutters one afternoon, and there is so much weight and emotion behind those two words that Rosalie begins to consider the possibility that Leah may be her soul mate.
She understands far more than a girl her age should have to. Rosalie knows what that feels like. Even now she still gets angry.
"They always have," Rose replies and there is a long moment between them where for the slightest and strangest of moments, they connect.
I know how it feels.
There were so many holes in her heart before she found Emmett and he is still all she has ever wanted or needed but Leah is all she knows. Leah is all that knows her.
How can you even begin to explain a bitter sadness that turns to pure rage before mutating into white hot hatred? Or what parts of yourself you've had to poison and twist just to make it through?
You can't.
Granted, a mutt is the last person that Rosalie expected to find that connection with but she has long learned the importance of taking everything she can get.
One glance can say a thousand words.
It's not love. Not really. And it's not romantic. Emmett takes care of that need. It goes deeper than that. It's almost as if they are two broken pieces who have found each other.
They still fling insults and snap and snarl at each other but that has always been their way. They don't wallow in misery, they fight it head on.
Because it doesn't matter if you're not strong, just as long as they think you are.
Never let them see you crying.
Humans see her as a porcelain beauty. To Emmett she is close to perfect. Her family call her cold and strong. To her enemies she is formidable.
She is a reflection of strength and power and cold intelligence...but only Leah is able to see the cracks.
~fin~