The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #10 (Wish)
Pen Name: Maddie-the-Muse
Pairing/Character(s): Embry/Leah
Rating: K+
Word Count: 321
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He watches her every chance he gets. The same thoughts always coming to mind when he does; Leah Clearwater is perfect, at least as far as he's concerned. Sure, she was sad and viciously angry, and kept to herself all the time. But really, who could blame her? He just can't get his mind wrapped around how that idiot Uley could have ever hurt her the way he did. She was the girl he'd wish for if there were a well he could toss a coin in and make such a wish.
Instead he watches her from a far. He watches and wonders how he'd try to make her smile—make her forget that her heart had been torn in two—if only he could work up the courage to even speak to her. To even let her know that he existed.
But what would Leah—smart, beautiful, broken Leah—want with him. He was a 15 year old outcast, bastard. He didn't fit in. He had nothing to offer her beyond his heart, which he'd give her in place of her own if she'd asked him to. He'd give her anything he had; everything really.
"Dude, are you even listening?" Quil asks, elbowing Embry in the ribs and pulling him out of his reverie.
He responds to Quil's persistent, needy plea for attention, still distracted, "What?" His eyes follow as Leah walks past them down the hallway, her books clutched tight to her chest, her head down, and walking fast to avoid having to talk to anyone as she makes her way to the front door of the tribal school.
"I asked what the hell you'd done to piss Cameron and Lahote off so bad? They've been staring at you all week like they're out for your blood or something, man." Quil responded, stepping into his line of sight just as Leah turned the corner and disappeared for another day.