A/N: Heres that Leah Clearwater one-shot I was talking about.

Me: I don't own Twilight.

Leah: Obviously.

Me: What does that mean?

Leah: I don't get enough air-time.

.:Some Scars Never Fade:.

.:Twihard-Fanpire-9990:.

.:LPOV:.

There are some scars that no matter how hard you tried to forget, they still hurt somewhere inside of you.

This was one of them.

Sam was everything to me, he was my Earth, my sky, and the air I breathed. He was the love of my life and I knew I was his. He was sweet, funny, and caring and he promised me he'd never hurt me in anyway.

That was, until he met her.

Emily met Sam in the most unconventional way, a way that would scare the shit out of some.

A way that made me feel sorry for her.

She was attacked by Sam when he was in wolf form. He was alone and scared in this new way of life and he was startled by her presence. But as soon as she opened her eyes, Sam knew that she was 'the one.' The one he was supposed to love forever.

That wasn't me.

When he told me the news I felt like dying, breaking down and letting the weight of his words crush me one by one.

Somehow, I pulled through, I found the light at the end of the tunnel.

Unfortunately, it was a train.

I figured out that I had share the same mind as Sam and be with him, but not in the way I wanted to. I had to listen to him as my Alpha, not the love of my life. I made the scar even worse. It hurt me to be near him and it hurt me to listen but I knew I was forced to.

I realized that me being a female werewolf made me an outcast to society. I stuck out like a sore thumb.

Still to this day it's hard to live with myself.

With the scar.

If Emily hadn't showed up, I wouldn't have this hole in my heart that only got bigger whenever I saw him. But that would make Sam incomplete. And even though that was what he made me, I couldn't stand to see me like that.

It was hard to describe the feeling, the feeling of having the Earth, the sky, and the air you breathe, along with your heart, being ripped from you by fates hands.

Fate was a bitch.

A/N: I know it was short but it was fun to write.