Broken Hearts

"Leah?"

She didn't answer, but turned her head to look up at me.

I knew that she was the only person I could ask...the only other person who'd really understand...

"When- they don't return the feeling-...when they don't-"

"Love you back?" She finished my sentance quietly, her eyes averting from mine.

But her avertion did not prevent me from watching the pain slash through those beautiful brown-honey eyes. I felt a stab of the familliar pain myself, knowing that what I was asking brought memories from Sam back to her, while also bringing fresh memories with Bella back to me.

"Yeah...how long does-when do you think..."

"Never." She replyed in a soft voice, though it was hinted in bitterness.

I swallowed down the bile that rose throat, and nodded my head once, trying to control my emotions. I almost could feel the start of my body shaking, but immediately quelled the shaking and calmed myself. I tried to clear my mind of everything that would hurt me, most expecailly thoughts of Bella.

So, as the moment progressed, I found myself unconsciously watching Leah.

Her face was so hard to read, always covered by a mask. I started to wish I knew what she was thinking. Almsot as a revelation, I came to the realization that I, nor the pack had ever really took the time to understand Leah, and her pain. Whenever we shared thoughts we all just seemed to push her mind out, and tuned it so we could only hear the low frequency wave, just enough so we could hear her thoughts, but nothing about the details of her life.

It was then I decided that I would be the one to try to understand her. I would be her friend. She deserved that much. After everything she had lost, it didn't seem fair how she was being treated now by the pack...by me. But all that would change now.

The moment stretched on.

Before I knew it my thoughts wondered, as they most often did, to Bella Swan. Her face was perminately etched into my mind, almost like a song that would never leave my head. I knew she loved me, even if she didn't want to admit she loved anyone else but her precious Edward. And I wouldn't stop trying to prove it, not until the day she offically chooses one of us. And even then, I would always be there for her. I've always known that. I wish she could do the same.

It was then I resurfaced from my unconscious world.

Both Leah and I had been quietly thinking about who we most loved, who we most cared about. I began to wonder how much it hurt Leah at first, if it hurt her as much as it hurt me when I first watched Bella walk away from me to be with another...

"Yeah..." she said quietly, as if unspokenly answering my thoughts.

"It sucks."