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Claire POV:

I hurried out of the school, slightly disturbed by the feelings that had thrashed around in my chest during my encounter with Jamie. But more importantly, where the hell was Quil?

I scanned the parking lot with fervent eyes scoping for the jeep that Quil owned, feeling my heart start to hurt as I found it empty, except for one small red rabbit.

Jake?

I ran forward, finding out quickly that it was raining out, large angry splashes covering my face.

"Jake? What are you doing here?" I asked, as I wrenched open the passenger door and plopped myself down into the soft cushions.

"He-uh-He had to leave somewhere. He needed to figure some things out." He said tensely. I frowned.

"What's going on?" I said slowly, taking in the strained expression on Jakes face, his large brown eyes looking around wildly. He was lying.

"Where's Quil?" I demanded, turning in my seat as he pulled us out of the parking lot.

"I'm going to let Sam tell you that one." He grimaced, pressing the gas pedal down, his dim headlights reflecting off the slick roads.

"Why what's wrong? Is he hurt? Is he ok? Jake come on you have to tell me!" I cried, gripping onto his shoulder tightly with my tiny hands.

"Claire let go I'm driving." He growled, and I reluctantly turned to my seats, tears welding a heavy lump in my throat.

"What happened to Quil?" I whispered to the window, the trees out side zooming past, and before I knew it we had pulled into the driveway of Sam and Emily's house, the numerous windows lit by subtle lamps.

I hopped out of the rabbit at lightning speed, and sprinted into the house, my bag and books long forgotten in Jake's car.

"Sam?!" I yelled, storming into the house, my hair snaking with rain like medusa. I heard an unhappy grunt from the kitchen, the place where I always found him, and walked in there, my eyes aflame, and my hands on my hips.

"Where is he? Is he hurt?!" I screamed, angry tears spilling over my eyes from the lack of information I was receiving.

"Claire. Shh." Sam said softly, coming to pull me into his arms. I pushed him away.

"I want Quil."

"He's not here."

"Well then where is he?"

"He-he is out thinking some things through."

"That's what everyone is telling me! I just want an answer!" I shrieked, scratching viciously at my arm.

"Claire. Quil, he uh….he left."

"Well just tell me where he is, and I'll go get him. Is he at home? Is at my house looking for me?"

"Not that kind of left Claire. He left. He left La push."

I gaped at him. Quil…left me? The words didn't seem to compute with my brain, and I felt my face flush.

"Claire, are you alright?" Sam asked, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I shook it off. I didn't want to feel his werewolf heat.

"Why didn't he tell me he was going?" I asked quietly.

"He left because of you Claire. He didn't want to hurt you anymore."

"But he never has!"

"Quil's a very impressionable guy. He doesn't let things go." Sam said solemnly, dropping down into his seat once again. I felt the anger twist and rise in my chest.

"He just left." I spat at Sam, a very frightened look passing his face as my body shook with rage.

"He did do anything, and he left!" I raged, and before I knew what I as doing, my feet carried me out of the open front door, past Jakes still parked car, and into the dark forest that lined the other side of the street.

"Wait Claire! He left you a letter." Sam called, his long legs chasing after me with a beige envelope clutched in his hand.

"Just give it to me." I growled, sticking my hand backwards so I didn't have to look Sam in the eye. I felt the small piece of paper fold gently into the palm of my hand.

"Leave." I hissed, and heard as Sam slowly retreated backwards, his cautious steps telling me that I wasn't going to be able to stray from his sights.

"Leave!" I screamed, plunging head long into the dark forest.

It had been ten minutes since I entered the woods, small beams up premature moonlight streaking through the open canopy above. I hadn't realized before, but the forest that I had always portrayed as a beautiful spectacle, now stared at me in a rather sinister matter. My bare arms were scratched and frozen from the wet branches that slashed at my skin, and it felt like my fingers were permanently cemented to the letter that was still clutched in my hand.

My last life line.

I sat myself down on a large rock to my left, an exceptionally bright moon beam landing on its surface, and pulled the letter from my fingers, breaking the seal with one rip across the top of the envelope.

I sighed, and unfolded the carefully written not pouring over the words that Quil had wrote. My Quil.

Dearest Claire,

I'm sorry sweetheart, but I just couldn't live with myself after I saw what I had done to you. The fact that it was completely by mistake, and that I have never noticed it happen is so scary to me, the very thought of hurting you is worse the leaving you.

So I need to. I don't know if you will ever see me again, my mind hasn't been made up, but please Claire you've got to understand the pain that I had to endure when I saw what I did to you.

I love you so much. More then the world. You are my world.

I love you Claire.

With love; Quil Ateara.

I stared at the letter, my fingers numb with either cold, or shock, I couldn't tell. Quil had left because I had shown him my bruises.

He was such a child. My heart ripped at its stitches, bleeding in various spots as my anger rode past my sadness. How could Quil do this to me? How could he just leave? I did know one thing for sure though. I hated Quil. I hated that he did this to me. So soon after we had gotten the go ahead into our relationship.

I hated him.

"Claire?" A soft voice said from in front of me. My head cranked forward, and I caught sight of the scarily beautiful face looming in the darkness. I blinked away any tears I had. Quil -was now- not worth crying over.

"Jamie?" I whispered, pushing myself off of the cold rock, and folding the letter into my back pocket.

"Yes."

I took a step forward, and I heard a small hiss escape his lips.

"The border is between us."

"I know" I choked, emotions suddenly becoming to much for me to handle.

"Claire? Claire, are you alright?" Jamie said, his voice holding true concern. I nodded, and stumbled towards him, my vision blurring.

"Claire!" He yelled, and raced towards me and caught me in his arms. His granite arms. And for some strange reason, it felt like I fit there. Like I belonged.