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A/N: First and foremost, I hope you are all healthy and safe. Secondly, I am so happy to be writing fanfics again.

As promised in the last chapter of HMLUTE, this is the Leah-centric story that I was playing around with. I ended up scrapping the original version and changing it to four-person POV story with Leah, Embry and two OC's as the main characters but ultimately decided to scrap that as well. Long story short, SORRY, I MAY DESTROY YOU has been through numerous revisions. So what you will be reading was a long-time coming. I had initially planned for this to be a one-shot but decided that Leah deserves more than just one epic love. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Sorry, I May Destroy You

Chapter One:

Sam Uley: Hard Feelings

Why even try to get right?
When you've outgrown a lover
The whole world knows but you
It's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon

Hard Feelings; Lorde

"I'm sorry, Leah"

He wants to breakup. I wish I could say that I was blindsided but I can't. Sam has been distant for weeks—mentally, emotionally… physically. Despite my best efforts to hang on he's been pulling away from me. No matter what I do I can't seem to get us back to the way things were before he disappeared for two weeks.

I'm not an idiot. I know whatever happened while he was away is the reason he wants to call it quits. If only he would open up to me, maybe then he wouldn't be standing in front of my house on the lawn with tears threatening to spill from his too-brown eyes. Eyes that used to look at me lovingly and longingly. Eyes that matched my own.

Sam roughly swipes at one of his cheeks with the back of his hand, wiping away an escapee tear. "It's better that we end things now."

Better? Better for whom? I want to ask but the words are stuck in my throat. Instead I take a step toward him only to be rewarded with him taking two steps back.

That does the trick. I find my voice instantly. "I- I don't want to breakup. You're my Person, Sam. I love you."

His eyes fall shut. "I love you too, Lee-Lee. But sometimes… sometimes love just isn't enough."

The fact that he doesn't say that I'm his Person does not go unnoticed.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" I wrap my arms around myself and step off the porch in another attempt to close the distance between us. "Come inside, okay? We can talk and figure this out." When I reach for his hand he recoils instantly.

"I can't."

My vision blurs as hot tears run down my face. "You can't talk to me. You won't touch me. But you can breakup with me?"

"It's complicated."

"Bullshit." I growl.

Sam runs a hand through his freshly shorn hair in frustration. "I'm sorry, Leah."

"Fuck you and your 'I'm sorry's." I spit. "You owe me an explanation. After three years and my virginity that's the least you can do!"

"Leah… I'm so, so sorry."

"Stop! Stop saying that!" My voice rises to compete with the thunderous sound of my heart hammering in my ears. "Just shut up and come inside so we can talk. Please, Sam. Please."

"I can't." He repeats seeming truly crestfallen. "It's not you, Leah. It's me."

"It's not you, it's me. Seriously?" I can't believe he'd throw that tired cliché my way.

"It's the truth, Leah. I swear."

Agree to disagree. "Sure, Sam. If you refuse to tell me what's really going on then I refuse to accept the fact that you want to breakup." I cross my arms over my chest defiantly. This isn't the end of our story. It can't be.

He visibly prickles; the muscles in his jaw set. "You have to. I'm sorry. It's over."

The ice in Sam's voice sends a shiver down my spine and my bravado falters. He has never been so cold toward me. I feel like we're on a cliff and every word he says is another step toward the edge. He's teetering and if I don't act quickly I might lose him forever.

"No." My brain is scrambling to think of the right thing to say. The Emily-thing to say? Unlike me, she has a way with words; she always knows exactly what to say. "Just let me— umm let me fix this, Sam. I know can fix us."

"Leah, there's no 'us' left to fix." He turns and without another word walks down our driveway then down our street.

If he looks back there's still hope. I tell myself.

I watch his form shrink into the night with his gaze fixed straight ahead until he is no longer visible. If he did look back I must have blinked and missed it.

When I finally force myself to go inside I bypass my parents on the couch and make a beeline straight for my bedroom. There's only one person aside from Sam that I want to see right now.

Emily, taking in my red eyes and puffy face, leaps off my bed to engulf me in a hug.

"Leah, what's wrong? What happened?"

"He broke up with me," I sob into her shoulder barely able to get the words out. "Sam broke up with me."

She doesn't say anything, she just holds me tighter.

Even though I knew the breakup was inevitably coming it doesn't mean that it sucks any less. My heart feels like it's being clenched in a vice grip and even when I feel like I have run out of tears to cry my eyes seem to produce more.

Emily somehow manages to steer us to my bed. I rest my heavy head in her lap while she gently combs her fingers through my hair. I am so grateful that this happened while she's visiting. Her silent presence alone makes me feel immensely better.

"Emily." I say, when my river of tears has subsided into a downpour.

"Hmm?"

"You're my Person now." I don't need to explain the significance that the word "Person" holds. She already knows.

"Forever." She promises.

At least this will never change; I'll always have Emily.

A/N: I think it's okay that not all stories have happy endings but I hope you enjoy the ride regardless of the outcome. Thank you for reading!