"She gave up. She dropped the fake smile, and as the first tear fell, she whispered to herself, 'I can't do this anymore.'"

I sat on the cliff overlooking La Push Beach, my feet hanging over the edge. I glanced quickly at the clear blue water that crashed and waved below me, the kind of water that you could only find in early July in La Push. I considered pushing myself all the way off, but I wasn't sure if that would kill me or not. My new body might have been strong enough, might be able to endure the crashing waves, but I still couldn't be sure if it would kill me. If it didn't, I didn't know what would be waiting for me. My life would probably be worse than it is now-if that were possible. I scooted an inch closer to the edge of the cliff. I remembered, years ago, Jacob had told me to jump off this very cliff. Then, I hadn't really cared. But then, I also wasn't in love with Jacob Black. I winced as I thought the words. After Sam had left me, I had made a promise to myself that would prevent me from ever being hurt like that ever again. I had promised myself I would never love anyone, I couldn't trust anyone, or get close to anyone either.

As they always say, better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Really? I wasn't so sure that was true anymore.

So, when I finally stopped lying to myself, and admitted (to myself) that I was in love with Jacob. I was pissed. Why was I so fucked up? I had kept the promise I had made to myself for years, and then I wake up one normal Thursday morning, and I see the world differently. Well, I saw Jacob differently.

For the first time, I noticed how attractive he really was. How his russet skin was smooth and clear and just a few degrees warmer than mine. How his dark eyes were deep, always revealing so much more that what he said to you, like they finished his sentences for him. How his ink-black hair that just brushed his broad shoulders was so much shinier and thicker than mine. But, it took even less time to realize his inner attractiveness. Jacob was sweet, and honest, and genuine, and loyal…at times a pain in the ass, but still a great friend. And would make a great boyfriend.

The though caught me off guard as true as it was. Jacob was the kind of person that someone like me needed. And I complimented his personality nicely if I did say so myself. So why was there hesitation? Why didn't we just run off into the sunset? There was only one problem. Jacob didn't know he loved me. Not yet. But he did, somewhere deep down inside of him, he cared about me. And I only knew this because I usually had instant access to the deepest parts of his mind, twenty four hours, and seven days a week. I felt kind of evil, using his mind to predict my future, but I was a girl, desperate, and in need of some serious help. Again, I was fucked up.

It was irritating, knowing that only one thing stood in the way of my happiness. It was even more irritating knowing that the source of the happiness was the one obstacle. All he had to do was realize it. Realize that I was what he wanted, and then we could both be happy.

Snap out of it, Leah. I scolded myself. You don't live in a fairytale. You're not a princess, and your knight in shining armor is never coming!

I sighed at the truth of my own thoughts. I was Juliet, desperate for my love, waiting, hoping for him to come home. But he wasn't coming home. What was Juliet minus Romeo? The story wasn't called Juliet, and wasn't just called Romeo, either. It was Romeo and Juliet. Their names were always together, never separated, and never really questioned. So why couldn't my Romeo just realize that I was his Juliet? Why couldn't Jacob just realize I was his Leah? Oh right, because the story Romeo and Juliet, has a tragic ending. Both of them end up dead; Juliet ends up committing suicide for her beloved one Romeo. Love never has a happy ending either. It was so funny how close I was to Juliet right now. I had never really liked Shakespeare. His work was too fairytale and fantasy for me. Most of the time, his work didn't have a happy ending. Most of the time, everybody dies.

Was there such thing as a happy ending anymore?

I was so close to jumping off the cliff. The littlest thing could have set me off. The most minor of distractions could have just made me stand up and thrust myself off the cliff. So I scooted even closer to the edge. All I needed now was the motivation, and I would do it.

As if on cue, Jacob's howl sounded, ringing in my ears.

That should have been all it took. I should have thrown my body to the crashing waves below, unsure what the outcome might be. But I couldn't do it. I was torn, not sure which to do. Jump off, risking everything, only a fifty-fifty chance that I would survive, or respond to my love's call, his husky howl that so much resembled his voice was like a harmonious choir. I swung my legs over the edge of the cliff, but I still hung there, my arms hanging on. If I wanted to, I could swing right back up without breaking a sweat. But I also could give up, let my hands slip, and fall into the water…

The decision had to be fast, and it had to be soon, for another one of Jacob's howls sounded. My hands slipped the tiniest bit, but I still had a good grip on the rocks above me. But as I hung there, I wondered what the point was. The only reason I was living was the hope that someday he would wake up and realize that he cared about me. That hope was the one thing that kept me alive. But that was just a hope, just a dream, and nothing more. A distant dream that even if I was asleep, couldn't come true. This fact made my hands abruptly lift off the rocks above me.

Just as I did that, a pair of strong, sure hands lifted me back onto the cliff. A pair of hands that were just a few degrees warmer than mine.

Okay, in my opinion, this one came out really good!! If you comment, I just might add a second part. Okay…so I'll probably add the second part anyway even if everybody hates it, just for my own enjoyment. :D