Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine, it's Stephenie Meyer's. Damn, I wish I'd had that dream.
Love and pain go hand in hand
Leah's POV
Chapter 2 ~ Impossible
I kept running for years. I missed weddings and funerals and births and deaths. I missed everything. But I just couldn't make myself go back. I couldn't make myself face the anguish. It was too much.
I was going wolf as often as I could, which, unfortunately, wasn't very often - I couldn't cope with the pack's constant presence and pity. The only person I listened to was Jacob, because he was the only one who truly understood what I was going through. Even so, I couldn't manage the aura of happiness and peace that Nessie gave him. It always reminded me of what I could never have. When he noticed my line fo thoughts were like that, Jake left me to my own devices and told the others to leave me be - he was a good friend.
I often contemplated how things in my life had turned out. I often blamed the Cullens, even though I knew that they had known nothing about what their presence in Forks would do to us. I blamed fate, for choosing me to be the only female werewolf in the history of the Quileutes. I blamed everything I could in my fits of sadness and grief. Nothing could pull me out of them, except Jacob and hunting.
To think, my sanity remained on someone I used to hate and hunting animals, which I despised. I shook my head at the thought.
I finally returned to see Quil and Claire's wedding. I only returned because I wanted to see Seth, who had imprinted. It was getting ridiculous - only Embry and I remained without true soul mates in Jacob's pack and only five in Sam's vast pack hadn't imprinted. The myth was supposed to be rare.
I stopped that thought. I was criticising my only hope: no matter how van and impossible it may be, I couldn't help but hope for it.
I got there a few days before the wedding. I chose a wedding outfit, paid for by Jacob (i.e. the Cullens), and went to see Seth. He was happier than I had ever seen him and, as he was a very happy person anyway, that was saying something.
The girl Seth had imprinted on, Eleanor, was very kind and also happy. She smiled often and laughed more and I knew that the two of them would be perfect together. I was happy for him. I was pained for myself.
Then came the day of the wedding. I hadn't actually wanted to go, but I had been persuaded by Jacob, who still thought I would imprint on Harry. I didn't know which I wanted more - to prove my theory of my own unworthiness or to hope he was right.
I saw Sam and Emily at the wedding with their children and it put a lump in my throat. Harry wasn't there, so neither Jacob nor I could be proven right. I wore my happy face, trying to keep it in place so I wouldn't be pitied.
Claire was beautiful at 24, her black hair waistlength and contrasting perfectly to the white dress she wore. Quil smiled as he saw her and I hid the excruciating agony at the love that brimmed in his eyes as he saw her walk down the aisle. If only that could happen to me, I thought. But it never could.
I sat restlessly through the ceremony, wishing it would quickly come to an end and I could go back to running whilst I tried to cope with the pain. My thoughts were so bent on this that I ran straight into Harry in my rush to escape. Then I saw him.
I saw everything. I saw the pain that had bogged my heart down for twenty years lift. I saw the reason why I was born. I saw at the reason I had loved Emily when we had been growing up. I saw why I had an immediate connection to Sam. I saw why Jacob had been right. I saw how my life and my choices had put off this moment. If only I had believed. I saw the center of my Universe staring down at me.
I was dumbstruck. I had imprinted.
