My first story, I guess you could say. I know it's pretty bad : Leah's POV

I was alone. The waves were a soft background to my eyes as I wrapped my arms around my legs and curled up, my eyes closed so I could think.

Sam. He was the only thing I thought about when I was alone. Not that it really mattered if I was alone or not. I'd think about him anyway. He crossed my mind sometimes in public.

Did he still love me the way he did? Even just a little? I doubted it. Now that I was a werewolf too, I could read his thoughts, my questions aside. And his thoughts, there wasn't a trace of love in there. Sympathy, maybe. Pain, even. But for him only. I knew what he wanted. I could even picture it.

He wanted me to have never met him. Never see him. Never touch him. He thought that was the right thing. Too bad he was wrong. He even knew he was wrong. Whenever he thought what he did, my thoughts would be the answer, unwillingly calling out to him.

I think, that if I had never met him, I'd feel incomplete. I had truly loved the time I had had with him. I'd chose the bittersweet memories over never having to meet him any day. Everyday. Every time.

A shuffle woke me out of my trance.

Looking up, my once expression less face turned into a scowl.

"Jacob."

He glared back.

"Leah."

He sat down, which was very, very, irritating. If he didn't like me, why did he bother spending time with me?

"What do you want now?"

He had been looking at the waves. Turning to me for a moment, he shrugged and turned back.

"I don't know."

We sat together for a few minutes, staring at the ocean.

"What are you thinking about?" His question already knew the answer.

"Sam." I whispered, barely audible to the human ear.

He nodded once, silently.

There was a few more minutes of silent, painful sorrow.

I kind of liked this part of him. The part that understanded me. He knew what it was like, to look at your love together with someone else, and still have to smile. Just for them, really.

I sighed and rocked back and forth a little, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Jacob?"

"Yeah?"

"Isn't imprinting supposed to be…"

I scrunched up my face, looking for the right word.

"Beautiful? Love? Perfect?" He guessed, grinning sadly.

I returned the expression. "Yeah. All of those."

"I guess so." His grin fading. "It really depends on who's witnessing it."

I nodded. Even if his Bella hadn't been imprinted on, it was still the same. A perfect ending. For her, anyway. I wish I could get into her head and just figure her out.

"It doesn't really matter though, right?"

I frowned. I thought talking helps people. I was just getting a bunch of hurt from this conversation.

"It does."

"It doesn't." He was glaring at me. I laughed at him, humorlessly.

"I wish we weren't werewolves, sometimes. Then it wouldn't matter." A tear was forming at my eyelid, but I brushed it away.

"Yeah."

"But he would've met her anyway." Another tear. It didn't matter anymore. I let it fall.

"Yeah."

I leaned onto Jacob's shoulder, already knowing he'd either push me away or let me stay there, crying.

"It's not fair."

He chuckled lowly, huskily. I sort of loved his laugh, if not anything else.

"Leah, life isn't fair."

"I wish it could be."

"I wish so too."

He didn't cry. He never cried. So I cried for him. And together, when no one else was around, we would mourn painfully together, for different people, but with the same feeling.

And sometimes, I would know that I was slowly falling for Jacob Black.