Sam was awake for awhile.. He dared not open his eyes.
The radio must have been turned off; there was no music playing in the room. The silence was scary... It only screamed the worst. So Sam would not open his eyes; not when he might be looking at an empty bed, or Leah's ice cold dead skin. The color, and the music gone from her world.
No light behind her eyelids... Ever again.
In fact, Samuel was so enclosed with his thoughts of his love's departure, and his own thoughts of where he'd left his father's gun that it took him almost five minutes to notice just how silent it really was; just how far the lucidity stretched in their light little room.
Took him awhile to feel the sun on his face... The foreign sound of nothing, where there was no rain battling the window pane; no snow attacking the house and no more mournful howling of the wind.
The storm was over.
When he came upon that realization, he could wait no longer to face the looming ending; his Leah's depressing departure from this life.
Sam Uley opened his eyes.
Leah Clearwater stared back at him.
Suddenly the storm inside of him had disappeared too.
Their faces were less then three inches apart; their hearts, connected.
Sam couldn't find words. Her beautiful blue eyes were watching him, searching his own and waiting for him to speak; waiting for him to just do something because surely, she wanted the element of his surprise. Leah'd certainly gotten it.
Yet Sam couldn't speak.
"..I guess I'll have a lifetime to make sure you keep your promise this time, won't I..?"
The sunlight was warm, strewn across them and the white covers of the bed. Her cheek, as he cupped it tenderly was growing hotter. A small glance out the window, and the clouds had lifted away from Forks and Sam just knew from home as well.
The clouds had lifted from her heart and that was still all that mattered to him.
Sam Uley leant forward and crushed his lips to her's with a savage love; a missed heat and a fervent passion that could rival Romeo and Juliet; even beat it.
Leah kissed him back and knew she was probably making another mistake... And knew she could not blame Sam for breaking promises when she found out she could not keep one to herself ('I'll never be so fucking stupid ever again..').
Sam pressed his hand to her chest; over her heart and missed the presence of the aquamarine symbol of his love for her that had been lost in battle. Her lips moved softly over his; lovingly, eyes shut.
Her heart thrummed beneath his fingertips.
Once again, maybe just for now.. The silence seemed fitting.