A/N: This one may be too ambiguous, but it just came out that way.
From time to time, they'll see a pale blur of misery and despair roam the streets of the sleepy town.
He drifts alone now. He no longer has a family. He left them or they left him, who knows?
He doesn't mind the silence, it reminds him of her thoughts. Silent.
No one knows how often he comes by, or even if he's there all along. Not even the wolves know. Not even himself.
He doesn't resort to higher powers. He deserves the misery, he always knew he should have stayed away. He knew this would happen eventually
Maybe it was lack of self control or maybe it was a car wreck. Either way and for whatever reason, there's crimson in his eyes now.
She's dead and he's alone.
He never thought he'd see his daughter that way. Stiff and ashen in a casket with heaps of dirt on top of her. He never comes up with any thought that makes it seem fair. He can, however, think of regrets.
He should have been happier for her, more supportive. But no, he know his regrets begin before that. During her whole ordeal about him leaving her, he should have tried harder, helped harder.
He should have been more present.
Even before that, though, It should have been more than just summer vacations.
Now, he bides his time, hoping he'll be able to do better for her in another time, another place.
She's dead and he's waiting.
It had become too much, everything was too much. He left.
He came back. Just like (almost) everyone knew he would. She was there, still breathing and seemingly determined to go through with her plans.
And then she wasn't there anymore.
There were reminders of her everywhere. He had to go. He was running away from her and her ghosts. Soon enough though, he found he was running from himself, too.
Now, he lives dedicated solely to his people. Works so much he has become a machine. He's not there anymore. He revels in the exhaustion it brings to him, sometimes it's even enough to chase away the dreams of two black haired children and the nightmares of dripping teeth.
La Push has never seen more prosperous days, too bad there was more than one who could never enjoy it.
She's dead and he's gone.
Even sadder though, she didn't chose to.