This short story is the second installment of my new collection of drabbles/short stories called Workings of a Broken Soul. Each story will feature a different Twilight character during a time where they're in a particularly bad place or in the process of healing. Non will be very long. Now, I give you Leah!

Warning: Breaking Dawn spoilers ahead! So, if you haven't read it yet, don't say I didn't warn you!

Disclaimer: Everything recognizable belongs to Stephenie Meyer, and sadly, not me.

Thanks

I have been broken for so long - a lifetime it seems. There are no words in any language to express the heart wrenching, soul shattering pain felt when your one love leaves you because he has found someone better; it's a suffocating feeling, knowing that while they're enough for you, the sentiment is only one-sided now. I used to think that I was alone in that pain-saturated world, but I realize now I was blinded by myself. I never saw your pain clearly before, and I never thought you'd understand.

I admit I was wrong about that: will you forgive me? You were in just as much agony - perhaps more - than me. At least I could be satisfied that my other half was happy and alive, even if it was without me. I didn't have to accept that he was giving up his life and his humanity for the one he loves. I'm sorry for that too.

But then you imprinted - on a half-vampire no less! Really, Jake; it is just so like you to go and do that. Seriously though, you're going have to hang around with leeches for forever now. Did you think of that? Not to mention you were in love with her mother! And yes, I know it wasn't your fault, you didn't plan on this … blah, blah, blah … but still, are you sure that's healthy!?

Anyways, I'm off topic now. Back to what I was trying to say before: I'm glad you left Sam and that you let me into your pack. I kinda forced myself on you, and for that I'm not sorry. It is such a relief not sharing his head anymore. I can finally breathe. You made me a better person, Jacob, and a better wolf by showing me that kindness.

I'm writing this while watching you play with the baby through the window. You're saying goodbye, coming out to get my latest report, so just one more thing before I sign off: I may be a little bitter that you found your Emily, but I'm glad for you Kid, truly. You always deserved it more than me.

Thanks,

Leah