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(Warning in Chapter One)
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"Feel free to blare your music." I wished he would just leave. Why the rest of the family thought this would help, I had no idea.
You need something else to focus on. Carlisle had thought, and I dispised that. They wanted me to get over the love of my life so quickly. Although, I admit, I had been moping around and crying for about four months now.
How can you be so cold? Alice hissed at me just as the music started. Why can't you just get over yourself, Edward? I could almost feel her icy glare on me. To my extreme horror, guilt started forming in my mind.
Fine. I'd go look at the mutt. He smelled a tiny bit like Jacob, and that sickened me beyond comprehension. I snuck into the living room, just to see Seth curled around a pillow on the couch. I listened to his thoughts, his memory, for a moment, and I barely caught the end of Leah's nagging. The poor child. Most of what Leah said was pure lies, but who was he not to trust his own sister?
I stepped lightly to the couch, floating to him, and I compulsivly lay a hand on Seth's shoulder. At first, he didn't notice my hand. When he did, his whole body seized and Seth stared up at me, startled. I just stared at him for a moment.
"Are you okay?" I asked, more for his benefit than mine. I knew he wsn't really okay, but I thought it would be better if he told me.
"No. Leave me alone." Seth snapped at me, and I reached forward, my mind not controlling my hand, and wiped away one of his freshly-fallen tears. Seth scooted away from me, and for a split second I wondered what I'd done.
Seth sighed and and flopped onto the couch, and I watched him intently. "It's not fair." He pathetically whimpered, and my still heart lurched. He cleared his throat, slightly frusterated, and re-started. "Nobody wants me." He exhaled, and looked into my eyes.
I began to search in them, thinking of names for all the varying shades of brown splintering throughout his large eyes. Brown was slowly begining to become my favorite color, and that made my mind reject any further thought before it began to hurt again.
"They can't even use me in the pack. Honestly." Seth's mouth shut quickly, regretting what he'd said. I just gaped at him for a moment, and the only thing I wanted at that moment was for him to feel better.
"Seth." I knew exactly what I was doing now, pulling him into me gingerly, he wasn't as fragile as a human. "People want you." I took a silent, unneeded breath for support, "I want you." I stiffened, terribly embarrassed of what I'd just uttered.
"Thanks." Seth mumbled. I glanced down at him curiously, elated. He looked so peaceful, and I moved the young boy so I held his feverish body closer to mine. It felt amazing. I cradled Seth gently, and began to hum a random tune that entered my groggy mind.
"That sounds like something my mother used to hum." He muttered and closed his eyes. I memorized the image of complete serenity before me.
Seth quickly passed into sleep in my arms, and at that moment, I'd decided what I was going to do with the rest of my time in Forks.
I was going to dedicate my life to making Seth Clearwater happy again.
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