I had always been afraid that history would repeat itself.

I should have known that history was indeed repeatable, that people didn't learn from the mistakes of their predecessors. But I hoped beyond hope that I had learnt from the mistakes of my own predecessors.

When I had been asked as a teenager what was the one thing I feared, I answered with the first thing that had popped into my head.

I feared leaving those I loved.

Like my mother had left me when I needed her more than anyone else.

Now I had Embry and people who needed and loved me, but I felt doomed to make the mistake my mother had.

I couldn't fight the inevitable, the storm cloud that surrounded my head with every movement and decision that brought me to this day.

I didn't want to see what I knew would happen.

Embry Call standing at the side of a grave, a beautiful little brown haired girl with eyes the same colour as my own, as they both bade goodbye to what I would become.

I didn't want to leave.

Embry needed me.

She needed me.

But even as I closed my eyes, I was haunted by the image of my funeral once more and the ever present La Push rain that wept down on the image of what had once been my very happy family.

Maybe it was in my genetics, maybe in 20 years the beautiful little girl that I had left behind would pass from the world and leave her own legacy behind her.

We were doomed. I had once called it my curse, but I had always had a flair for the dramatic.

But I couldn't deny that I would miss them both with all of my heart.

And I would be eternally sorry for leaving them behind to pick up the pieces of our happily ever after…

A/N: I had to get this out of my head, this story has been haunting me since before Christmas and I finally had to post it. I am not giving up on Lone, it will be back with many new updates very soon. But in the meantime, see if you want to give this a shot. Love you all xoxo