I pushed the slightly ajar door open to enter the house. It broke my already mangled heart to see the tall, dark man sitting on the couch, his face buried in his hands. "Oh, Sam," I whispered, sitting next to him. "I'm sorry." I knew that it sounded childish and lame, but there wasn't really anything else I could say, at least not without betraying the feelings that battled with my grief.
"How could she do this?" Sam looked up at me, his eyes red and bloodshot from crying. "Erin's only three months old, Leah."
"I know," I said; I thought that I couldn't cry anymore – because of my broken heart and the death of my cousin – but I was proven wrong by tears streaming down my face as I cried in with him. "She wouldn't leave, if she had a choice." I told him. "She wouldn't leave her husband and daughter behind."
"The truck that hit her, the driver was drunk." Sam's voice cracked several times. "Damn him!" he snarled with sudden rage, his hands balled into fists. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his back. After so long, it was still natural to have him in my arms.
"She wouldn't want you to hurt him," I said. "That's not the Emily we know. She would forgive him."
"I know. But only God knows how much I want to kill him, for taking her away from me."
"I know too. Werewolf telepathic connection, remember?"
He sighed. "I know that it's wrong, and she wouldn't want me to do it."
"She wouldn't want you to do this to yourself either. She'd want Erin to have a mom." I held my breath, wondering how he was going to react to this. I knew that he loved me, but…
"She was my Imprint. Leah, I…" he looked up at me; there was so much pain in his dark eyes, more pain that I knew existed. "I don't think that I can love anymore." He confessed.
"Try," I whispered. "For Emily."
"It feels like," Sam paused. "Like my heart's broken."
"Then I'll mend it," I placed my hand on his heart. Underneath all that pain and grief, it beat steadily. It was broken, but it was determined to survive. "I'll sew the pieces back together. It won't be the same, but it'll be better."
"Leah." He placed his hand on mind, feeling his heartbeat. He took my hand, our fingers twined, and leaned towards me. I closed my eyes, savoring this moment of bliss that suddenly happened in the middle of a nightmare.
And his lips were on mine, moving with an edge that was almost hungry. It was like giving water to a man dying of thirst. Our lips moved against each other's, satisfying the hunger. "Sam," I moaned as he drew back for a second to draw breath; I clasped my mouth back on his; in that moment, I needed, needed, him. He reacted by drawing me closer to him. Every curve of my body pressed against every plane of his.
Eventually he pulled back to look into my eyes. By now he was lying on his back on the loveseat, and I was on top of him. "I've missed you."
"I was always here." I breathed, looking into his dark eyes. The pain was still in there; I wondered if they would ever really go away. One day, I promised myself. One day, I will look into them and see joy and only joy, without the shadows of grief. I will mend his broken heart. One day.
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