Pretty
He once thought of her as pretty. Maybe even beautiful. Now, he doesn't know what to think of her. Blackwater.
Genre: Pure Angst
Pairings: Jacob/Leah
A/N: Just something random I made up within five minutes.
.~X~.
When he first met her, there wasn't much to think of.
She clearly looked upset.
He heard the story, knew well by heart, and took it in as the worst heartbreak imagineable.
He actually felt sorry for her.
But that was before he got to know the real side of her.
Broken. Destroyed. Scares in her heart. She was like fragile, broken glass.
The pieces of her scattered about the floor.
But he was afraid to go near it.
So she was left as a mess.
And there would be consequences to that.
She made sure of that. She made sure everyone knew, and made sure they all suffered.
He grew tired of it, and nearly snapped once or twice.
But that small part of his heart still felt sympathy for her.
Sympathy. An emotions she ever ran on to make people feel bad and get her way.
It wasn't wicked. It was quite fair.
It was the world's punishment for it's cruelness to her.
But for someone to act so wicked, with a cursed scowl on her face.
She wasn't ugly.
And that was the worst of it all. For him, the worst torture was those looks.
How can you stand to hate someone that was so...breathtaking?
That was the question that always ran through Jacob Black's mind whenever he thought of her.
Leah Clearwater.
Only now, it seemed like the pain in his eyes that she gave him had finally dulled down.
Though it wasn't like he pretended to not feel bad.
It was just everything about her had dulled.
Except for those looks.
A long time ago, he once thought she was pretty. Maybe even beautiful.
Now he doesn't even know what to think of her.
.~X~.
FIN
