A/N This chapter is in Seth's POV. A little different, but I actually really like the way it came out. Let me know what you think

xoxo Kat386

I wasn't expecting it to be so hard to leave Claire behind. We had had an amazing time. She was an awesome hostess. It was both mine and Leah's first time in the city, and she made our visit one to be remembered.

She truly had grown into a lovely young woman. She'd always been a beautiful girl, but it was clear now that she wasn't a girl any longer. I could see her pain though. She did a good job at hiding it, and if I hadn't known her before, I would think she was just like any other carefree college kid. She was far from carefree though. I could see it in her eyes. The separation from her imprint impacted her heavily. She was a sad girl.

No matter what was said to Quil, he refused to contact her. He was pathetic. A shell of the man he used to be. With Claire gone, he had nothing to live for. He hardly showed up to pack events, and when he did, he was the last to arrive and the first to leave. When we were phased, and he didn't want us to hear his thoughts of Claire, he would have a constant loop of "Uptown Girl" playing in his mind. Sometimes he'd falter though, and we'd see a flash of his thoughts. A cherished memory of her, dancing on the soft sand of First Beach or her grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind her. Sometimes, when he really slipped up, we saw the look on her face when she confessed her love to him. Innocent, and scared, but so hopeful. Other times it was just a wistful thought of him wondering how she's doing, what she looks like, if she likes school. He always covered his tracks though, quickly catching himself and going through the song a few times. My heart ached for the two of them.

I continued unpacking my suitcase, and it wasn't long before I heard some of my brothers bumbling in my small apartment. I heard the fridge open and the sound of some tabs being popped open. Free loaders. They were always drinking my beer.

My hands brushed against something cool, and glossy. I smiled as I pulled the picture from my bag. I had forgotten she gave it to me, but I was happy she did. I wanted to hang it on my fridge. Flipping it over, I looked eagerly at the note she had written me. I hadn't gotten the chance to read it yet.

"Seth,

Remember me like this. Dancing barefoot in the kitchen, laughing with my family, in my shitty little apartment in The City of Dreams… They say that true friendship is like the stars. You don't always see them, but you know they're always there. Thanks for being my star.

Love forever,

Claire-Bear"

My heart thudded sadly as I made my way out to my kitchen. Quil, Embry, and Jacob were sitting at my table, waiting for the rest of the pack to arrive. It was poker night, but I suddenly didn't feel up for games. Embry eyed me suspiciously but I just walked passed them without a word, grabbing a spare magnet and hanging the picture up on my fridge.

Jacob whistled at the picture, and Embry smiled wistfully. I know I'm not the only one that misses her. Quil caught glimpse of the picture, and stood, wordlessly gliding to the fridge. He blinked a few times, before plucking the photo up and holding it in his trembling hands. He studied it. Like, really studied it and I could tell he was taking the sight of her in. His eyes trailed down the photo, starting at her smooth brown hair, her deep green eyes, the gentle curves and slopes of her body, softly covered by an old t-shirt and some pajama pants. To an outsider, she looked happy. But he knew her better than anyone else in the world. He could see the pain in those beautiful eyes.

Carefully hanging the picture back where it was, he left through the front door without so much as a glance back at us. It was only another minute until I felt the pressure in my ears build, signaling the phasing of one of my brothers.