Author Note:
Hello! I apologies for the slow updates, between work in school I suppose all updates will be either slow or unpredictable.
Chapter 4
Leah found herself in an... interesting situation. Now there were times in her life where she thought she was going crazy, after all this is the woman who thought that she woke up in teenage cliché romance novel. That she was a lesbian starring the role as a straight white girl from a town named after a utensil, well nobody's perfect! So, when she woke up with arms wrapped up in a pair of familiar arms and the scent of lavender and thistle assaulted her nose, the relief was immediate. Thank every deity that could exist that was a nightmare. Leah could honestly say that if she had to spend another second believing that her girlfriend was dead, and she was trapped in her most hated book forever, she would go insane!
Burrowing into her girlfriend's arms, she breathed her in and vowed to herself that she would never take her for granted again, not even for a second. When Leah realized that she lost Sarah, the amount of agony was soul wrenching, bordering on a physical pain. Leah didn't even have time to process it before she was thrown into her new life. The fact that not only had she lost Sarah in that crash, but herself as well? Waking up alone in a different body, in a different room in a different house, that was horrifying.
That Leah also woke up in a different universe and reality, in a book series that she loathed to the bottom of her heart? Poor Leah could barely function, she went through the motions, focusing on her annoyance and anger at the situation, at Renee, at the inconvenience. If Leah let herself stop for even a moment, just a moment, she was afraid that the truth was smack her in the face as sure as a boulder. That her girlfriend was dead, that the girl she was planning to marry and start a life with was gone forever.
Luckily, it seemed that she didn't have to live without her, it was all just a dream. A horrible, horrible nightmare. Releasing a sigh of relief, she, Leah smiled as she decided to wake up her favorite girl, she needed to see her eyes. Leah needed to feel her and know that she is here and alive. Leaning up on one elbow, Leah gazed at her slumbering lover, tracing her eyes almost greedily along Sarah's lithe naked body, she let loose a sigh of appreciation. No matter how many times they made love, not matter how many times she kissed her, she will always marvel at how much of a lucky bitch she is. This gorgeous, kind, gentle, loving woman was hers and she chose Leah of all people to be with. This endearing frustratingly sexy woman chose to love Leah and be with her despite her shaky past and how much of a pain in the ass she is ninety-eight percent of the time. It honestly will never cease surprising her to wake up every day in her arms and see that she was still here.
Leah has never remembered a time when Sarah was not there, they grew up together, they shared every experience together that you can experience. First friend? That was Sarah. Her mother's death? Sarah was there for her and held her hand, gave her hugs when needed, cried with her and let her cry on her, let Leah vent to her of the injustice and never left her side. First day of school? Always with Sarah. First crush? With Sarah, although she was too stubborn to believe that Sarah would like her back and thus kept it to herself. Later Leah would find out how much of a dumbass she really was, Leah was Sarah's first crush but kept mum about it because of the same fears as Leah. What a pair huh? First kiss? Sarah tasted like heaven, fireworks and strawberry lip gloss. The world stopped, spun on its axis and exploded behind her closed eyelids. They kissed on top of the Ferris wheel as the clock struck midnight on the Fourth of July at the Carnival held in Myrtle Beach. Her first time making love and her first time having hardcore exploding sex? Sarah is surprisingly very kinky, it really is always the quite ones. They even died together, granted that turned out to be a nightmare, but she honestly wouldn't be surprised to one day die alongside her girl.
As Leah was reminiscing on her time with Sarah in the past and marveling that she was here with her, in her arms and alive, Sarah had woken up and was watching her lover. The look on her face was one of tender love, relief and sadness. Unlike Leah, whom was still thanking every being in existence that it was a nightmare, Sara was cursing them for making her say goodbye. Sarah was thankful that she got to say goodbye at least, she knew Leah would not cope well without her. That Leah would be in what would be her own hell, Sarah knew that Leah would be alright. One day, Leah will find happiness whether that be with some other woman or on her own was of no consequence to her. If Leah was alive then Sarah could cope with losing her forever, either to deaths embrace or another woman.
Sarah didn't know why Leah was needed in her much beloved Twilight, but apparently it was necessary. Also, while she was meant to die soon, she was not expecting to have died to give Leah this purpose. Sarah knew she would die, but not like this and not without having told her lover how much she loved her one last time. The last time they spoke, they were fighting about her favorite series, although it started as a playful fake fight, she was really bothered. Twilight was an escape for her and the more that her girlfriend mocked it, she felt like she was mocking her as well. When she died she watched Leah break down, she watched her freak out and in denial. Sarah watched her deflect the pain of losing her and her life by pissing off Rene. It was almost too much, when the Powers that Be finally granted her request to see her one final time she was so happy.
Now waking in Leah's arms, she found that this would be the hardest thing she would ever have to do in her life and death. Sarah was going to crush Leah's hopes that what happened was just a nightmare, she was going to have to wake her up. With a regretful sigh, Sarah gently ran the back of her hand against Leah's cheek where a trail of tears led the way down her face.
With a start, Leah abruptly glanced at Sarah and seeing her awake and alive made her so happy. Leah face immediately brightened, and Sarah could almost feel the joy mixed with relief radiate from her. Sarah hated to break her from this fantasy, but she was almost out of time, she could feel her soul being called back. Sarah knew she needed to quickly tell her goodbye, she knew when she did she would hurt the woman she loved and still even in death loves. But as much as she didn't want to do this, she knew she must. So, with a grievous sigh, she reluctantly removed herself from Leah's arms to tell her goodbye, when Leah interrupted her.
"Sarah! Oh, thank God!" Leah immediately pulled her back into arms and peppered her face with kisses. A serious of I love you and your alive were pouring from her mouth like a mantra. It was like the only thing that she can say, her body was shaking with relief and tear came down her face unabashed and unrestrained. So, consumed with the fact that she was alive and, in her arms, that Leah didn't notice how cold Sarah was as though she were a corpse. Leah didn't notice how Sarah face seemed in a permanent mask of sorrow. Leah was so consumed in Sarah, that her internal flags waving in her brain were barely registered and ignored.
It was only when she felt a thick wet substance the slip of Sarah's back that she realized that something was wrong. It was only then that she realized that while she was kissing Sarah like a woman starved that she wasn't kissing her in return. It was only when she felt the chill of foreboding shiver down her spine that screamed that something wasn't right, that she took notice just how cold Sarah was. Pulling back in confusion, Leah searched Sarah's face for the answer, an answer that seemed to be staring her in the face. It was only when she looked in to her eyes though that it sunk in. It is true that they eyes are the windows to the soul and while she could always read Sarah by looking into her eyes, now it was filled with nothing but grief. Sarah was such a positive person, it always seemed like nothing could shaker her, her eyes were always filled with love and happiness. Leah was always jealous of that, for all that Leah would goof around and prank others, she was always angry or cynical. Life had fucked her over too much for the wrath and pessimism to leave her. It was always in her eyes, just as happiness and love was always in Sarah's. So, to see the grief and heartbreak in her eyes, that shook her enough to recognize what her mind was screaming at her.
"No," Leah choked out in a harsh whisper as reality sunk in, shaking her head mechanically in denial, she harshly swallowed the sobs that screamed to escape. As everything clicked into place and the observations she ignored sprang free, her mind finally allowed her to see what else her mind shielded her from. The blood that pooled in the back of Sarah's head, the bruises around her neck, in some distant corner of her mind the sound of a loud and final snap wrung loudly, the sound of the deafening silence wrung just as loudly after that final snap. Leah didn't even realize she was still shaking her head furiously in denial, nor did she feel the tears streaming river down her ghosted cheeks, she just stared at Sarah and grieved. The only thing she felt was nothingness, she couldn't even say she was numb, she just felt...empty.
Seeing Leah, her strong, stubborn Leah break like this hurt her. If she wasn't dead already, she would swear that her heart exploded with the pain of seeing someone she loved so fiercely hurt so badly. After what seemed like a lifetime but was only minutes, Leah finally spoke no more than a whisper, her voice as bleak and hopeless as she had ever heard.
"Why?" Leah's tiny voice seemed to thunder in the heavy cloud of depression that surrounded them both. What a loaded question with so many answers. Why did you die? Why are you here? Why did you leave me? Why can't you stay? Why did you wake me up? But Sarah couldn't answer them, not without breaking down and running out of time to say what she desperately needs to say. Besides, Leah wasn't ready to hear it, she was barely ready to let her go. So, instead of answering the litany of questions unspoken between them, she told her the one thing she need to know. The one thing she needed to hold onto. The one absolute truth that she could give to the woman who lost it all.
"I love you," was Sarah's answer, spoken as promise and a fact. Spoken as a promise and an oath. The one thing that she knew, is that no matter where she goes next, no matter what happens, no matter what happened in the past or will happen in the future. This is her absolute truth and she will not leave here without telling her soulmate one final time what they both knew but didn't always say.
Letting out a half-sob half-laugh, Leah nodded vigorously in agreement. God, she did not want this to be the end, she did not want to say her goodbye's, but it seemed that the time for denial has passed. Leah knew that time was running out and she will be damned if Sarah left her again without knowing how much Leah fucking loved her. With that thought in mind, Leah surged forward and kissed her. Leah and Sarah have kissed many times, they kissed hello and goodbye. They kissed while making love and they kissed while they fucked. They gave each other pecks on the lips, cheek, head, hand and every part of the body the felt like. They kissed after a fight and they kissed to shut one another up. But this was something else. This kiss was devouring, soulful, loving and passionate. Sarah would swear if she was kissed like this when she was alive then she would surely have died. This was a kiss that could end or start wars, this was a damn KISS!
Sarah could feel about a hundred things said and felt in this one kiss. Sarah could feel the unending unconditional love that Leah felt for her. She could feel the passion that burned just as hot as any inferno, maybe even hotter. She could feel the agony of having to say goodbye for one final time, she could feel her trying to breathe life into her lips as though with she could kiss her back to life. She heard and felt so many things that it was honestly a miracle that she hadn't exploding into nothing.
They were so into the kiss that neither Sara nor Leah noticed Sarah slowly dissolving. It wasn't until Leah felt the absence of Sarah's lips and the heady scent that was Sarah, that she finally notices. When she realized that she couldn't feel her there anymore, she was reluctant to open her eyes. It was silly, she knew this was coming, she felt her disappear, her soul screaming in agony for its other half cemented it for her. But she didn't want to open her eyes to a world where Sarah wasn't in it. Unfortunately, that is exactly what Leah did. Leah woke up, she woke up to go back to her hell.
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Author Note:
This chapter is just some type of closure for Sarah and Leah. As you can tell Sarah is indeed dead and no Leah is not in a coma. Thhe Powers that Be (me) want her to be in the Twilight Universe and to put it succinctly…to fuck shit up! LOL!
The next chapter feature her waking up and the start of her journey in the Twilight world.
Enjoy!
