Lost Love
I sat down abruptly at the new that the man in front of me just said. Emily, my wife, had stopped what she was doing and stared at the man.
"Are you sure? Are you absolutely, positively sure that Leah killed herself?" I asked as I felt the tears come to my eyes. Even after being married to Emily for 3 yrs hadn't dampen my feeling for the girl who had taken her life.
"Yeah. Jacob saw her do it," Paul said, "He was on his way back from the Cullens, when he picked up her scent."
"But why?" Emily asked as she walked over behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Why would she kill herself?"
"I don't know. Maybe because she was the only one who hadn't imprinted yet," Paul guessed as he shrugged. "Anyways, it doesn't matter. She's gone and there is nothing we can do about. I just thought you guys deserve to know since she is your family. I guess I will see you around." He left after that. I winced at the family part. It was true. I was a part of the Clearwater and Young family now that I have married Emily. It just wasn't the way that everyone had thought I would get into the family.
"oh Sam," Emily wept as she planted herself in my lap and buried her face. To be quite honest, I wanted to push her away and weep on my own, but I didn't. So I held her close. Emily ended up crying herself to sleep, so I put her to bed. As I walked back to the master bedroom, I pasted my son's room. I smiled to myself as I thought about my son. He was our honeymoon baby. He was so precious to Emily and me. I was glad that he wasn't here.
Despite that Emily and I hurt her, Leah became involved in our son's life and didn't hold anything against him. He was so taken with Aunt Leah. I gently tucked Emily in bed and pulled out something in my side table. I returned out to the living room and sat down in my favorite chair.
I opened the cover of my book and Leah stared right back at me. When Emily fist move in with me, I had to get rid of anything that dealt with Leah, to not make feel Emily guilty and myself for I couldn't hold on to the past. But I couldn't bring myself to throw away anything that dealt with him, so I kept it and put it away somewhere that Emily wouldn't go in.
I found myself caressing the picture with my finger and a teardrop fell on the photo. I finally wept alone for my lost love.