Eclipse
Summary: She could handle the clouds, but she couldn't fight with an eclipse.
"The clouds I can handle, but I can't fight with an eclipse."
- Jacob Black
Leah Clearwater
Just couldn't stand the sight.
The kissy faces
And the knowledge that they
Had now reached the milestone in their relationship
That included sex.
She had been so close
But so far.
She could handle Bella Swan (Cullen)
But how could she do anything about the little brat?
She was his imprint, after all.
There was no way she could compete with that.
She could never be for Jacob
What Nessie already was.
She could handle the clouds
But she couldn't fight an eclipse.
The perfection of it.
The simple beauty.
The fact that it was so rare.
Leah would always just be another rain storm to Jacob Black.
Gloomy
Destructive
Ugly
But Nessie…
Nessie would always be the eclipse.
Rare
Wonderful
Beautiful
Leah could change what she wanted.
She could become nicer.
Healthier for him.
Prettier, inside and out.
But he'd never look at her
The way he looked at Renesmee Cullen.
And strangely enough
This was harder than it had been with Sam.
Maybe because she had been growing sick of Sam anyway.
Maybe because she'd had Sam to herself for a long enough time.
She had memories with Sam.
But she didn't have any with Jacob.
And looking back
She could remember the tease she was
To Embry
And Quil
And Jacob.
Leah Clearwater had seen the envy in their eyes when Sam would
Hold her hand
Hug her
Kiss her.
And she had enjoyed the envious looks.
And the ways they tried to impress her.
And the knowledge that they only had eyes for her.
(Boys will be boys.)
But they didn't anymore.
Nobody looked at her.
Nobody cared.
It was just Leah.
Secretly, she had always wanted Jacob.
Even while she had been dating Sam.
But it wouldn't have worked anyway.
Jake was just too young.
It would tarnish her image.
So she never acknowledged him.
And now she couldn't.
Because it was too late.
So she laid on the forest floor
And stared up at the stars
On a cloudless night
And listened to them at the cottage.
The moaning.
The whispering.
The laughing.
She knew she was torturing herself.
But this was as close as she would ever get.
And she wasn't about to pass it up.
The rain began to fall gently upon her face
And she cried silently
Because no one would ever know anyway.
Leah Clearwater could handle the rain,
But she couldn't fight an eclipse.