Disclaimer: don't own Twilight...
Well...this idea popped into my head, and I had to write it down. I don't care for it, it was better in my head (if that makes any sense). So, I'm sorry for not updating anything. I hate the way the stories are turning out and I'm not happy with any of it so...yeah. Here's a little Leah-centric one-shot. - Poseidon's Sapphire
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Leah Clearwater stood on the edge of the infamous cliff. The one where that little human-turned-leech jumped off of and Jacob had been the courageous hero who saved her. Only to have the princess push away her savior and fall into the arms of one of those bloodsuckers.
Her eyes took in the crashing gray waves, rolling over and over toward the rocky shore. One after the other, completely predictable, dependable. Leah could have been like that, let go of all the pain and been the girl people wanted to hang out with. She scoffed. In her eyes it could have never been like that, people didn't want a friend with some serious emotional issues, they wanted someone they could pour their own heart and soul out to. And Leah knew that she did not give a damn about other people.
There was a salt-tasting breeze in the air, beckoning Leah to come closer. Ever closer, until she was over the edge. Leah had often come here, alone or with others. She would stand just as she did now, toes over the edge, eyes closed. Knowing that you were a very small part in the world was comforting to her at times. But now, it just didn't matter.
She opened her dark, guarded eyes and stared up at the swirling gray mix of clouds. There was nothing for her anymore. The whole pack had imprinted and were on their way to a happily ever after, without even a thought of how Leah would turn out. Just as it always has been, Leah the outcast, Leah the bitch no one wanted to go near, Leah the only female werewolf. She had tried the game called life, and it plain sucked. There had to be a place better than this hell-hole.
And if there wasn't, that would just be another tick on the screwed up part of her life. Nobody was there to save her, no one ever was. They all thought she didn't need saving. She was the big, scary, tough Leah they all knew. But they really didn't know. They never would.
The can of Bud dropped from her hands and she threw herself over the edge.