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A/N: Aaaw, the ending. Hope y'all like it :)

Chapter 6: Decisions

Emily POV

All my stuff (which was one suitcase) was put away and Sam and I were sitting down to have out much needed discussion. Especially since I now knew my feelings; they were loud and clear. My last confrontation with Leah forced the walls down in my mind that blocked my feelings from my sense, which, at the time, wanted to appease Leah, or at least not piss her off. But my feelings wanted – needed – Sam. Why? After I had so clearly despised him? Honestly, it was the way he looked at me, the way he fawned over me. The was he beat himself up because he hurt me (no, I'm not sadistic, just that I loved how he cared that much). Well, that's what started it. But I soon realized how perfect Sam was. He was caring, kind, whole-hearted, tender, warm, loving, the list goes on. He was my kind of man. I adored him.

And I needed to tell him all of this. Before he made that 'decision' he had mentioned in the forest. Now was the time.

"Sam-"

"Emily-" We started at the same time. "Sorry, go ahead." He looked down shyly.

I waited a minute to proceed.

"You're not going to kill yourself." I stated. We had to get this out of the way before I declare myself.

"No, I'm not." Well, that was easy.

"Wha…?" It was the answer I was hoping for, but not the one I was expecting.

He chuckled at my confused expression. "I couldn't now. Literally, I think. I donestly don't know how to kill myself. I heal too fast to jump off a building or to get hit by a bus or something. That also means I can't slice my wrists or anything."

"Would you have killed yourself if you knew how?" I asked, relieved yet still disappointed that he still wanted to, he just physically couldn't.

"No, even if I knew how I wouldn't. This place needs a protector, and for now I'm all they've go. The others should be along shortly though, Jared or Paul next…not Jacob yet though…but he will eventually, he'll do great things…" He said the last half of all that more to himself than to me. My disappointment was even greater. It had nothing to do with me after all…

My disppointment must have shown on my face because Sam turned to me full on, grasped my hands in his. And chuckled. Not what I expected…

"Do you want me to kill myself?" He asked still laughing.

"Your laughter proves that isn't a serious question, you know the answer is no."

"Then why are you so sad?"

"Well…" Okay. Here goes nothing… "I thought for a second you might want to live…for me…" I looked down, ashamed.

Boisterous laughing shook the couch.

"Sam?" I was confused.

"Of course I want to live for you, you silly woman! I just didn't want to force my adoration on you until you knew what you felt. I wanted to wait until you said those three little words first."

"But you said those 'three little words' to me, in the forest."

"Yes, I did. But you didn't love me then, did you? In fact, you hated me. I was too forward, too earnest for you to stop loathing me and to start loving me. I promised myself I would wait for you."

That humbled me. Quite a bit. He continued.

"Emily, I can't kill myself because that would hurt you. I'm not flattering myself, I just know you. You would feel guilty, you would feel like it would've been your fault. It wouldn't've been but that's what you would've thought." He said.

"You are so sure of yourself, it's so cute." I said, shaking my head but laughing.

"Are you saying you still hate me?" He asked with mock surprise.

"If I hated you, would I do this?" With that I leaned in, as he did. An inch apart, he heisitated. I wasn't having any of that! I closed the gap between us. The kiss was soft, but he was so warm! My lips were on fire – and I loved it. I pulled back, though. Deeper kisses would wait until we were officially together. But we would be together. I felt bad for throwing away my relationship with Leah, but I couldn't deny my heart. Because I knew that I loved Sam. It was new, unexplored, my first, but it was there, and it was love.

"Sam. I love you." I said quietly. I wasn't exactly a romantic…

"I love you too, Emily, more than you can imagine." He said back, smiling softly but sincerely.

"This means you can't ever leave, buster. That includes dying." I said wagging my finger at him. He laughed and kissed the finger.

"Never, not before you."

"I'm staying with you forever, Sam, now you're stuck with me."

"Forever." He agreed, and leaned in to finish our kiss.