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This chapter is written in Emily's POV. I know she isn't technically a member of the wolf pack but she does have a very prominent role in Sam's life. Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I am not writing this as my own. All characters and ideas belong to Stephenie Meyer

Break the Ice

Emily POV

I open my eyes to a beautiful sunny fall day. The warm rays of the sun fill up the bedroom and add heat to the chilly morning. It seems as though the day is perfect. That perfection only applies to everyone else in La Push. People can go outside and enjoy the cool crispy air with their families and friends. This day should be perfect, but it's not.

I noticed immediately after I woke up that Sam isn't next to me in the bed. I guess he never came to bed last night after the boys left. I have a feeling something has changed between us. The other day when he came home after helping Billy, he just acted different towards me. I couldn't seem to find that spark and desire in his eyes when he looked at me that day. I don't think it's any secret either. I know he knows something's up. I can feel it. We both are kind of in denial about the whole situation. I haven't even had the courage to bring up the issue. Sam has brought up everything he lost about being a wolf, but he hasn't brought up imprinting. Not one person brought it up last night at the table. But I can't keep holding back from asking him. It's something I think that I have a right to know.

I swing my legs off of the comfortable warm bed and drape my purple cotton robe over my shoulders. As I walk down the hallway, I can smell the strong sense of coffee. I'm careful not to step on the small remaining pieces of the ceramic vase that Seth crashed into last night. I have to remember to clean that up. I peer into the living room and see the extra pillow and blanket from the hall closet. He must have slept on the couch last night.

I walk a few more steps and into the kitchen and see Sam getting himself a coffee cup and pouring some of the fragrant warm liquid into it. I take a deep breath and lean against the door frame of the kitchen. I know he's aware of my presence because he turns and looks at me for a slight second and then turns back and stares out of the window above the sink.

The longer this goes on the more awkward this becomes. I pull my robe tighter and move over to the table and sit down. Almost like a signal, he does the exact same thing after he pours me a cup of coffee. After sipping from our cups for a couple of minutes, I decide to break the ice.

"It happened didn't it," I say, "It broke." He acted as though he didn't hear me or understand me, but he then looked up and had a smile on his face, "Yeah Seth really slammed into that thing. It only gave him a few scrapes and cuts he'll be…"

"That's not what I meant," I interrupted. He stared down into his cup and then said, "It doesn't matter if it broke or not." "Why not?" I questioned. Of course it mattered if the imprinting bonds broke. The imprinting is the only reason why we even have a relationship in the first place. Even if that relationship is founded upon mythological ties.

"Because I'm not just going to leave you, not after all that has happened. You've been through hell with me, I can't just leave you out to dry."

He wouldn't leave me because of guilt. "So that's it," I say, "You don't want to deal with the guilt that would come of the situation." "I already did that to somebody and it almost killed them Emily. It changed them forever. I couldn't live with myself if I did that again. Especially if I did it to you."

"Leah?" Of course it was Leah. I've been living with guilt about that also. She was like a sister to me and now every time I see her she gives me the look of wrath. I know I'm partly to blame for that.

A realization came to mind at that very second. Sam was completely head over heels for Leah before he imprinted. I knew the entire time that he still loved her even when the imprinting bond was there. The feelings he had for me were just stronger and more otherworldly then the ones he had for her. I wonder if the roles have been reversed. I didn't want to get into the whole feelings for Leah discussion. That conversation can happen at another time. But I do want to know one thing, "Sam I want you to be honest with me." "So do I."

The question I was about to ask him was a question I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer to. But I needed to know. I needed to know if this "relationship" meant and represented anything in the human world, or if it was just a forced relationship between a wolf and a human. "Sam do you love me?"

I waited for him to answer my question but after a couple of minutes I knew his answer. He didn't love me. And for some reason I wasn't angry or upset at him. He never got the chance to fall in love with me like I had the chance to fall in love with him.

"It's okay if you're not," I finally said stretching my hand across the table and placing it over his. "How can that be true," he responded, "After everything I put you through, how can that be alright? How can I not love the girl who gave up everything to be with me? Who left her family behind for me? Who stayed with me after I ripped off her face? How is that okay Emily!"

He pulled his hand away from mine and placed his head in his hands. "Sam you never got the chance to fall in love with me. I didn't love you that day you begged me to give you and me a chance. I didn't even know you, but I decided to give myself the chance to fall for you. Sooner or later I did."

"You have to know that I want to," he said lifting his head up, "I really do want to love you with everything I have."

"I know you do," I said. It was the truth. I could see it in his eyes that he really did want to fall in love with me. To somehow make this whole screwed up situation work, but I didn't want him to be with me out of guilt. "But Sam, if you don't then it's okay. I just want you be happy."

He laughed and said, "Did you imprint on me or something?" I smiled, "No. I'm just in love with you. I really do want you to be happy. If that's not with me, I'm okay with it."

"You'd do that? You would really just walk away after all of this?"

"For you I would." "I'm going to try Emily. I want you to know that." "I know."

He stood up and placed a small sweet kiss on my lips. I gave him my empty cup to put in the sink, and he did the same with his. I got up from the table and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I'm really glad I mustered up enough courage to get this awkward conservation out of the way even if it was a difficult one to have. I just think that Sam deserves to be happy. Everyone does. I can't force him to be with me. Of course I would be devastated and would need about a gallon of ice cream and a night full of "The Notebook" if he decided to leave, but if it came down to it I could let him go. It would be the hardest thing I would ever do, but I could do it because I love him.

After my shower I went into the living room to find Sam sitting on the couch watching t.v. I sat down next to him and laid my head on his shoulder. It was strange to find that his shoulder was sort of cold, and I was disappointed to not find the usual warm heat radiating off of him.

I can't even imagine what the others are going through or if they're even going through it. "Do you think this is going on between the others?" I asked.

"Well they no longer are forced to share their thoughts anymore so I don't know. It's something highly personal and it's really the first thought and worry in years that they can keep to themselves. I don't see why it wouldn't happen to them, but if it has they'll tell us when they're ready."

I agreed. This was something that I wasn't comfortable about bringing up in front of everyone. It was sad and almost disheartening to know that Kim and Rachel would be going or are going through the same thing. I just don't think it would affect Claire in the same way since she's only four, but I still hate that in some way she'll lose Quil. As Sam and I sit here on the couch watching some dumb game show on daytime television, I wonder what our lives will become in the future. Will we be able to get past this or will life as we know it begin to crumble? And I'm really starting to wonder if Sam and I are really each others true loves. I pray that we are.

Tell me what you guys think about Emily's perceptive about the situation. Do you think Sam and Emily were always meant to be or was the imprinting the only reason they ended up together?

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