A/N: Hello, Boom speaking :) I am back after a short while with chapter three. Chap.4 is already half done and will be up in a short while ^o^ Also I am pleased to inform you about another Embry story I am working on. As soon as I have written at least 3 chapters out I will upload the first one. I am still not sure if I should make it a Reader- story, but tell me what you think :)

I want to dedicate this chapter to my friend Franzii ;D Her username is hard remembering (lol, sorry) but she knows who she is :D I hope the waiting was worth it, period! Without further delay; Here you go :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, the setting or any of the wonderful characters. I earn no profit from this story.


LETTING GO.

Is Never Easy.

Seth/Reader. Embry/Reader.


Chapter Three:

Is it worth it?

Dawn was never quiet in the City. The few birds whos chirping was actually on the level of tolerating were serenading the first rays of the sun. The larger birds, the doves and the gulls sounded like they were dying in their search for bread crumes and garbage. Honking from cars and the general sound of a City in waking was dominating the rest. In the large red building on Fourth floor to the left, silence wasn't a part of the environment either. A loud dumb like thud emitted from your living room when something fell from the couch.

You were giggling like a silly little girl.

"OW! That wasn't fun Miki!" Seth rubbed the back of his head a little pain obvious on his handsome features. You had pulled the covers all the way from under him with all the strenght you had. Which resulted in the taller boy slipping from the soft seating and hitting the floor. Wasn't fun? It was hilarious! And he couldn't blame you, he had just told you to get the covers if you were cold, so you got the covers. Just because you choose the most difficult to reach, hee hee.

A week had passed already. Seth had ditched the lonely mattress in the extra room for your bed or the couch, depended on where you wanted to sleep. The only TV you possessed had it's usual spot in your livingroom and wasn't going anywhere, so whenever you felt like having a movie night, the couch it was. It wasn't as spacious as your ass-kick huge bed - which you were proud of - but Seth and you had no problem sharing what room there was. After that night a week ago, you had actually expected things would go akward between you. Since you were two best friends suddenly moving your relationship to a dangerous forbidden level. But oh no. It was almost as if things just got better. Seth was just as flirterous, but he calmed it down a bit with all the touchy and groping, he knew you would surrender yourself to him eventually anyways. Pfft. And he was right. From the two of you, you were actually the worst one now. Whenever he would get up - shirtless with just boxers - you would pull him right back and kiss him senseless. You remembered one particular morning just two days after Seths de-virgination. You were laying in your bed for a change, your fingers drawing signs and pictures on his back while your other hand ran trough his hair, he was still sleeping and you didn't have heart enough to wake him, even though he was getting hard to resist. That was another thing you had noticed about Seth, how angelic he looked when he was sleeping, no strain or tension in his face. Completely soft and innocent like. Heh, innocent. But well, a funny thought had come to your mind, and it was expecially funny because you could almost already see his reaction. It wasn't hard getting under Seths skin, he was in particular very easy to read once you stopped ogling at him everywhere and actually payed attention to the boy he was. He was still Seth, the same boy who became your best friend in the short proximaty of half a year after you got familiar. Nothing more and nothing less. The realization just had you liking him even more and you knew it probaly wouldn't take long before you would fall. It still worried you, but if it happened, you would cope with it then. You were already so close that you would miss him no matter what, and somehow you already did love him. Being best friends had its toll.

For a change you were the one in the bottom, pressed neatly into the white covers, the blanket loosely laying over the both of you. Seth was snoring softly, his head placed on your stomach, his arm draped around your form and the other sprawled over your chest as his fingers played subconciously with your hair. After your first night of sleeping together on your couch, you had been intimate every night. Even at day to times, some of the things he made you do or did to you still had you blushing just thinking about it. He could be so naughty.

In order to fullfill your plan you started to nudge him ever so softly, but he wasn't budging one bit. Growing slightly impatient you pressed your palms to his shoulders and just pushed, first lightly, but in the end you had to use all your strenght. You saw his face frown before he groaned softly, murmuring and then finally turned over. Reliefed to have his weight from you, though your body was betraying you with the dissapointment of his heat gone, you wasted no time to get off the bed and stood gracefully on your feet. You sneaked a glance back at him, your own trademark smirk gracing your lips. Spinning around you sprinted into the livingroom slash kitchen and opened the door to the frigde; you knew you had the thing somewhere. Spotting the cloy for your brilliant plan you grapped the tin bottle and closed the frigde back before spinning again and heading back to the bedroom. Seth was sprawled nonchalantly across the bed, laying on his stomach as he hugged a pillow with one arm, his face dissapearing into it. Your smirk was back when you sneaked over, all dramatically humming the shark theme song. You heaved yourself onto the bed, you know he had noticed you when he stirred and then turned around. His eyes were still closed and you were beyond happy for that as you crawled closer, the tube in the right hand and you then climbed over his legs. Seating yourself right on his belly you beamed down at him. His eyes blinked with sleep and he yawned. You had to hold back a fit of giggles thinking of what you were going to do. Last morning Seth had surprised you with breakfast on the bed. The gesture had been so sweet and un-Seth-like as can be, but you had swooned in the attention. You watched as his eyes fluttered closed again, a small smile spilling on his lips. He had absolutely no idea what you were just about to do. It wasn't really a mean thing, but you honestly couldn't wait for his reaction. Licking your lips in anticipation you pulled the covers off his body, lifting yourself just enough to remove them before starring down at his completely bare chest. Shaking the tube of whipped cream you leaned down and blew soft air on the shell of his ear, as he shuddered you smiled before you bit softly in the skin below.

"Seth, babe, time to wakey." A soft rumble left his chest and you smiled again as you felt his hands on your hips, oh yes, this was going to be just great. When the bottle was shaken enough you removed the lid and scooped more down his legs, you watched his reaction as you got to far away for his hands to reach you, but you knew he would have else to think about in just a moment. Without further hesitation you sprayed the cool liqued cream in a beeline across his chest. You couldn't suppress the laughter when the action caused Seth to shudder violently and his eyes opened wide. A silent gasp left his mouth and it took him a few moments to regain himself, but you weren't waiting for him. Tossing the bottle aside you ducked, your hands on his shoulders as your tounge moved out and licked the sweet cream from just under his naval. That action seemed to draw his attention from starring ahead down to you. You didn't have to watch him to know he was trying to register what was going on. When you felt a shaken hand on your own shoulder you smiled even wider before you gave him another soft lick. You felt his legs move to make room for you in between instead of you struggling to sit comfortable on top. You moved your hands to his chest and rubbed him soft in reward. He was panting soft beneath you as you grew bolder and pressed your tounge hard against his skin, making sure you got every drop of the cream before you moved on. His hand on your shoulder tightened a bit and you felt like laughing again when he moaned. You had just taken a lonely nipple into your mouth and sucked it hard. Good thing Seth wasn't as sentitive as you, or he just liked the pain. When the cream was gone you ducked before he could react and stuck you tounge into his naval, that seemed to be the last straw he could take and with a groan he flipped you over, straddling your hips as he pressed his mouth against yours. Willingly you subdued and opened your mouth when his tounge ran along your lips. The sweet taste of the cream filled his senses when he rubbed his tounge against yours. What the hell had gotten into you that you would come up with such an insane idea was beyond him, but he wouldn't say he didn't like it either. He had been surprised, but now he was just aroused. He loved that so much about you, how unpredictable you could be. Soon enough you were both engaged in some bed wrestling and Seth got his own share of the cream as he smeared it everywhere on your chest. The feeling had been cool, but his warm tounge against your skin compensated it well.

You sighed in content as you let the memory play. Seth seemed to notice your dreamlike state and used your carelessness to sneak over and grap your wrist, with a fast tug he had you down on the floor with him. You barely got to gasp before your body was pressed flush against his and he shook with laughter. You grunted and scowled, but soon enough you laughed softly yourself. If it would just always be like this. You was really good together. Seth had mentioned that out loud last night as well. His hand combed trough your hair in a habbit he had grown fond of lately. Your eyes locked and you smiled to him before he closed the distance and pressed his full lips against yours in a chaste kiss. Another sigh left you and you closed your eyes in bliss. Yes. If it would only last forever.

After breakfast you stalked to the bathroom to do your morning toilette and Seth was nice enough to let you be for now. He was still rinsing the dishes when you returned, grapping a dishcloth you helped him dry off the plates and you both fell into an easy chatter. The topics between you never seemed to grow less, you always had something to talk about, even discussing. The latest subject had been the last phone call he recieved from his mother. She had been down with the cold, not really a nice thing in the middle of summer, but with her growing age her immune system seemed to falter more and more. Seth had been mildly concerned, but his mother did her best to ease him. She had tried to convince him to come back a little earlier. Next week Leah would leave the reservation for a roadtrip herself. She had just got her own car fixed - with help of Jake, though he needed some convincing, he would rather spend his time with Nessie nowadays. But Seth had insisted he stayed by you til the end of the vacation, though he had promised his mother to talk with you about it. He still searched for the right time to mention it though, so so far you were completely clueless on that topic.

"Seth, I've been thinking about the tribe legends again. I found some of the old books when I looked trough the last few boxes, and there are some things I'd like to discuss with you." Your attention was entirely on the same plate he had handed you five minuts ago. It was already completely dry, but seeing as it was the last one, you would miss something to figde with as soon as you stocked it away. He was leaning against the counter as he watched you, his only response was a low humm and he waited patiently for you to continue. Finally giving up in finding a still wet spot you placed the plate down on the counter and with a sigh you faced him. Your face wasn't smooth as it used to be, both your brows where furred and you almost looked like you were scowling. It didn't seem to bother him the least and he nodded his head once, resting his chin in his hand. "Mainly what you told me about the story about the Third Wife. According to the story Taha Aki found in her his true soul . . . Said it never happened to you, but you have seen it happen to some of your friends?" His face seemed to fall ever so slightly as you mentioned exactly what you had been thinking about. Well, he couldn't change that and you desurved an answer. Even though he had secretly hoped you would just forget about it. He had been the one to mention it to you in the first place and knowing you as well as he did, he knew how touchy you was on those kind of subjects. Love, make that true love seemed to be just as important to you as to many girls. And you were both intimate with each other, of course it would bother you, expecially when you had no idea about the details. He was just not anticipating your reaction, if he knew you as well as he thought he did - and he was pretty sure he did - then you wouldn't end up happy knowing what he had to tell.

"Ahh, I was expecting you to aks me that, though sooner than later. Took your time Miki." He shot you a half playful smile, but your serious expression made him sigh and he pushed himself off the counter. Grapping your wrist he dragged you along, crossing the room before he sat back down in the couch, pulling you down with him making you sit in his lap. His arms draped around your waist and he turned you to face him. "Just promise me you wont freak. It's not easy to explain and I'm not even sure you'll understand it. Not even I understand it fully. It was just supposed to be a rumor, not even part of the legends, but so far it's happened to everyone besides a few, me included." He watched you careful, making sure he would be able to read your reactions, he really hoped you could deal with nodded your head ever so soft at him, urging him to continue and he bit his lip before popping his lips and leaned back.

"We call it imprinting. It is like . . . Well imagine what keeps you to this world is a billion of small strings, tying you to everything. The earth, the houses, your friends, your family. Everything you love and everything you hate. Even the air is tied to you. But when you imprint. All those strings dissapear, each string are cutted and you float aimlessly around in nothing. Nothing matters anymore, everything that was so dearly important before becomes dull emotions in you." So far everything was good, you were listening with intense interest and he almost smiled. You looked like a kid being told a deep secret. He gave you a few moments to swallow his information, when confusement then entered your expression, because you clearly didn't understand much of it, he gave a low chuckle and continued. "All the strings that were cut are still attached to you. One by one they connect, though this time all to one single thing. Or well a person. This person, being the imprintee. She becomes your absolute, your air, your everything. What kept you alive before seems like nothing compared to her. You can't call it love at first sight, because it is so much more powerful. I saw it when Quil imprinted. You remember Quil?" First now he noticed you had stopped breathing, because you gasped soft for air as you exhaled in a huff and nodded gruffily at him. He wanted to stop it right there and cuddle you close, but your hand against his chest told him you would rather hear the rest first. "Quil was the first of us who imprinted on a girl who hadn't hit adulthood yet. Claire was two years old when he imprinted." He saw the shock flash in your eyes as they widened and he smiled soft, shaking his head. "That's what I mean. What Quil felt for Claire had nothing to do with love, or well, maybe the same kind of love a parent has towards their child. But there were no desires attached. I tell you, I've never seen a grown up man being able to play peekaboo for 3 hours straight without getting bored. She's got that much power over him. He's only happy when Claire's happy." He still watched you carefully, looking for the moment where horror would fill your pretty features and you would tell him what a freak he was and chase him out. But that never happened. He watched you place your hand over your mouth, but immediately after you started to laugh, your body quivering as you bend down, your forehead touching Seths shoulder and he smiled wide while he waited for you to settle. Reliefment washed trough him and he once again reminded himself how unpredictable you ware, or maybe he had just explained it just right. Or maybe you didn't quite understand it at all and just drew your own conclusions, whatever they were he just hoped you wouldn't pry more. But comparing his luck when around you, damn.

"Three hours peekaboo, that's quite something." You wiped the single tear that escaped your eye off your cheek and heavily inhaled, before exhaling just as heavy. "I think I understand. I think. So don't hold me on to it, but . . . It leaves a few things confusing me. For example the fact you stated Quil is a grown up. I know Quil, though I have never really chatted much with him and he's what . . . One year older than me?" Seth nodded his head and shrugged. "Yeah something like that. Lemme guess Miki, you want to know how it will be when Claire grows up right? Quil being 18 years older than her makes it a little gross yeah, but . . . What if I told you we can't age?" By that your eyebrows dissapeared into your hairline and your mouth fell agape. Seth watched you without humor as you stared with a blank face. It took you a little longer than before to swallow these new informations and honestly this was just beyond what you could allow yourself to believe, yet you saw no lies in his eyes. He was patiently watching you, waiting for you to pull yourself enough together that you could continue. Slowly you regained the control over your body back and shut your mouth as you nodded once. And then you shook your head, bewildered.

"C-can't . . . Age?" Sure okay, if they couldn't age that changed more than one thing. But. God how stupid you felt right now. You should had seen that one coming, because you already knew. You knew because you knew the legends were true and Taha Aki had lived three lives, only with his third wife did he find true happiness and decided to grow old with her. Maybe you just hadn't considered the possibility because it was so outrageous, not to talk about how unfair it was. Shaking you head more feverously than before you groaned. "That's like so . . . Is that why you grew so fast? You are 17 and yet you look like you're 6 years older than me. maybe just 5, but still." You were feeling a little more than annoyed now, and it didn't help the least when he just confirmed it as he nodded. Okay, deep breath. Calm. Deep breath. Calm. You mentally praised yourself at how good you managed to pretend this didn't bother you. What expecially bothered you was how calm Seth took it, well it must also be common procedure for him, since he is living with it day in and day out. Damn. Damn. Damn. Not further able to restrain the urge you slapped him across the face, not hard, but hard enough you could feel the pain that shot trough your hand. You ignored it though as you watched his expression, hating even more how unfaced he looked. A small sigh left his lips and he closed his eyes for a moment, his hand grapped your arm and he yanked you down against him. You struggled to get away, but he held you close as his lips consumed yours. Determined not to give in, because you knew if you did he would win and you would turn into goo, you pressed your hands against his shoulders. But he was stronger than you, much stronger, and you knew it shouldn't be a surprise. As his lips melted against your own you shuddered, he wasn't trying to force your response, you realized when he pulled away and his lips found your ear instead.

"I didn't choose this Miki, though I would lie if I didn't say it still have me thrilled. I love it, not only the feeling of family, but the intimacy between everyone. Sometimes it's painful, but most of the times it's convient, expecially when we hunt. You get to know each other in a totally different way and persons you never expected to like or sociate with just so happens to become your best friends." He moved you out so he could lock his gaze with yours as he stroked your hair. His eyes were soft and he smiled at you. "I didn't imprint on you, but I am not lying when I say; That you are definitely my first love." Your face was still blank for a good amount of time after his last words, his own smile dissapeared and you just sat there staring at each other. Seth was starting to regret he had added it, for an entire week he had tried to figure out a way to tell you, but no time had seemed well enough to mention it. And now he was more than worried that he really did pick the worst of times. But when he saw the realization dim in your eyes as they grew in size just ever so slightly, he also saw as disbelief washed over you when your brows crunched and he took the moment to pull you back against him. Once again placing his lips on yours, moving ever so softly against your soft swells as his hands rubbed your back. Your body was tense, but he felt you relax just a bit and moved his lips to whisper in your ear.

"I am serious. I love you, Michelle Ryann. I love you so much I hate myself for not imprinting on you, but . . . I actually don't worry too much about it. Though I am sorry I didn't mention it sooner. I-" But that was were you cut him off as you grapped his face between your hands. Your breathing was ragged by now and you stared at him, still in mild disbelief. Your heart was racing and honestly you wished he had just shut the hell up. It wasn't like you didn't like it, hell you felt like crying, bursting with happiness and just kiss him. Seth loved you. He loved you. Your chest swelled and you felt sick. Sick because you hadn't realized it before. Realized how much you already loved him yourself. Him, your best friend. Who had just told you, you aren't destinated to be. Because of some stupid wolf thing. You shook your head wildly again, silently wishing you could go five minuts back. Or maybe a hour back before you stupidly asked him to explain anything. If you could just stop worrying so much.

"I . . ." You had no idea what to say or what to do. What if you decided to give it a go anyways and he then suddenly happened to imprint on another girl. He would leave you. What if you would break? What if you . . . You wanted to just let yourself go and stop thinking about what ifs. It wouldn't change a single thing about how you felt anyways. If, not what if, but if it came to that, you just had to find a way to cope with it. At least you would know he never did it intentionally, but no. You couldn't live with him belonging to another girl than you. You were already to deep. You had already pushed far beyond the bondaries of friendship, the only thing that kept you above water now was him. If he ever let you go, you would drown. "I love you too, that's why . . ." The first tear broke free and trailed down your cheek, you closed your eyes to prevent further, but they found their ways regardless of your struggle to keep them at bay. The swell in your chest became too painful and you sobbed unstopably. You heard Seths sharp intake of breath as his arms found your back and he hugged you close. Somewhere deep in you, you wished he would let you go, push you away or something. That he would go home and end this. You had no idea how to finish the sentence you started. That's why. . . Why you have to leave now? No. That wasn't what you wanted to say, you knew exactly what you wanted. You had already sacrificed so much. Much more than he should ever expect from you. Risking your friendship and the subtle love between you. No, there was no doubt and absolutely no way back now.

"That's why I don't care. M. . . Maybe if we are lucky your imprint-" That was were your voice broke and you almost choked. You bit your lip -hard- as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat, making yourself ready to finish what you started, but you never got so far. In the next moment all you could feel was his lips on yours. When and how he had flipped you over was beyond you, you only felt the softness of the couch beneath you and his weight on top. He pressed you down as he kissed you, almost violently, but sweet and desperate. He already knew what you were going to say, or he had an idea. Maybe his imprint would never show up. Maybe she wasn't even born yet and he could have a happy and long life with Michelle. His Michelle. Oh he really hoped so. The pain he had seen in your eyes, in your features, it was far too much for him and he swore silently to himself he would never make you feel that way again. Even if it meant that he had to stop phasing and become a regular human. A normal man, or well as normal as can be. Even if it meant he would never feel the magic of imprinting as the rest of his pack. With a few exceptions. He called it magic because he had always wanted it. Seeing it trough the eyes of the others had never been enough. He longed to feel it himself, but not anymore. He was in love, and this love was enough for him. Right now it was enough for him. This beautiful yet breakable young woman in his arms was what he wanted. He was almost cursing himself for never noticing just how wonderful she was. For so long had they been best friends. He understood how Jacob had felt about Bella, not only because he had seen it, but he dared to say this was even more powerful, because Michelle wanted him too. She wanted him so much she cried for him. He took a shaking breath as he parted, giving you enough space to breath yourself. Your eyes locked and he silently soothed you, his hand rubbed your arms and shoulders, his forehead pressed to yours and he kissed your nose softly.

"I don't want to ask that of you Miki. But I already told you. I am willing to risk everything for us. Even though it's easy for me to say that since in the end if it goes wrong you will be the one hurting. Probaly the most. But it doesn't mean I wont know what I had done. Hell. Did you ever hear the story about Sam Uley and my sister Leah?" You were still sobbing ever so slightly, but you managed to nod your head, not trusting your voice in this moment. You knew Sam Uley and Leah had been dating. They were highschool sweethearts, back then even you had had a hard time not to ogle at Sam. He was a great deal older than you, but it was hard being oblivious to his surreal looking. Leah expecially had been enchanted by that man and somehow she had managed to catch his interest. You still remembered how surprised you - and the rest of the school - had been when they announced their dating. Leah had been so happy. It was at that time you started to hang out more and more with Seth. Not just because his sister had less time for you, but because you actually liked him. Then the day came where Sam dissapeared. Everyone was worried, Leah expecially, but that was no surprise. She had been completely out of herself. The Leah you thought you knew was just gone. But then he came back, roughly two weeks after. You had never been able to put your finger on it, but he was completely changed as well, both in apperance as in behaviour. He stopped going to school, he even quit his job. Two days after his return had been when Leah had given herself to him, you were sure you were the only person she had ever told it to. Because she knew you never told and apparantly she had needed to tell someone. She hadn't seemed happy, though you knew she was. She really loved him and he loved her. Things were low for a while, Sam seemed to hang out a lot around the council. The said elder men spoke well of him and would shun everyone who didn't. Sam had always been known as being kind and helpful, but apparantly after his dissapearance he was even more liked. But that changed soon too. He became known as a rudy, as a deliquient, someone you couldn't trust. Leah was furious when she heard it and that was the first time you had seen her in a fight that wasn't with her brother. She had been seriously hurt and even now you regretted you ever told Sam. You had never seen fury consume anyone as it did with him. The way his body had trembled and quaked. It had been so overwhelming to watch that you had lost your balance. The next thing that happened was the Three boys who had been beating Leah was enrolled to the hospital, they weren't in danger, not even close. They just suffered some serious trauma afterward. Never stopping their cries of what a monster Sam Uley was. It wasn't until now you understood what they had meant. Leah had been mad at him, so mad she had actually refused to talk to him for a week. He hadn't been very popular with the council either. When Leah finally tewed up enough to let Sam talk to her the council had forbidden him to see her, but he cheated. And then everything just got worse. Emily Young came down to visit. She and Leah were only second cousins, but as close as sisters. You had met Emily a few times, she was such a kind and sweet pretty girl. No one and you meant really no one had foreseen what was going to happen. Even Sam had met her once, that was before the change though and Leah and Emily had kept contact trough letters. But there she was, and Sam met her. The next you remember being told was how Emily had been mauled by a bear on a hiking trip. Yeah. A bear named Sam Uley. Huh. And again, it wasn't until now you understood why. He imprinted on her. The pain that had filled Leah, consumed her til she no longer existed, the pain of betrayal and heartbreak. That pain had been part of your reason to move away from the reservation. It wasn't a secret, you were a big coward. When an offer came from your father you almost didn't hesitate. You would miss Seth and the rest of them. But you couldn't stand watching Leah anymore. How bitter she became, how hateful and hurt she really was. Seth had told you it was fine and that you would keep the contact. And you had, for a while. For a third time, it wasn't until now you understood why he broke the contact. The exactly same thing that had occured to Sam happened to him too. You remembered how he had told you about "Sams gang". That one by one young boys from the rez would join him. Tall, lanky standing at 6'7 almost huge young boys, who would run around shirtless and jump from cliffs. But it had never been a gang. It was a pack. A pack of wolves. You had told Seth to be careful and he'd just laughed at you. And then you lost the contact. When you heard from him again, even though it was just over the phone, he was a completely different person. And now you were here. In love with him.

You had two options. Only two options you could think of. Either you told him goodbye and broke the contact completely, or you decided to take the risk. Option one was the last one you wanted to take. But it was in more ways than one probaly the best. More than two options it was two levels of pain. The easiest one and the hard one. If you decided to let him go now, you would save yourself from seeing him with another girl. Save yourself from the pain that would come if he ever imprinted, no matter how long it would take. But one thing would always haunt you beside the heartbreak and loss of his friendship. The fact that you would never know if you could had been happy. He was like a wandering time bomb. It could happen tomorrow or next week or in 10 years as in 30. The more time you spend with him the deeper you fell, the tighter you would hold on to him. And if you decided to hold on now and take the risk, the deeper pain would befall you theday he was no longer yours. Could you take it? Would you be strong enough to move on did it happen? You couldn't help thinking about Leah, it wasn't the same situation, but the pain would be the same. You had heard about Sam and Emilys wedding, Leah would be a bridesmaid. How she could be so strong you had no idea, but in that point she was your role model. At least you knew who to confine in did it go so wrong. Though you knew you didn't desurve it, when Leah had needed a friend the most; You ran away with your tail between your legs. You betrayed her. Betrayed yourself. If you suffered it would be your own problem. You took another heave of breath, locking your gaze with Seths once again. He looked worried, after he had mentioned Leah and Sam you had went completely still, your eyes averted and your breathing almost stopped. Looking at him like that make you realize something else. Seth. He had been with her and seen how she coped with it from the start. He hadn't been able to tug his tail between his legs and run away. Leah was his sister and he had had to see her in such pain everyday. And their mother Sue. Somehow that made it all clear to you. All doubt left and you had taken your decision. This was it; You would never run away again. Forcing a weak smile you cupped his face in your hands and kissed his lips.

"I'm done running away Seth. I love you. We already crossed the fine line of friendship and comes the time where I have to watch you leave with . . . Another girl-" You swallowed heavily and saw him open his mouth to respond, but you cut him off with two fingers against his lips, smiling wider. "If that time comes, all I want is that we remain friends. Deal?" You were a little proud of yourself, the swelling in your chest had finally ceased and you could breath much smoother. You saw him watch you varily, but with a small smile of his own he nodded once before he ducked and catched your lips in his.

"Deal."

End of Chapter Three.


A/N: It is a little shorter than the last chapter, but the story is heating up and personally this is my favorite chapter so far ^^ I hope you liked. Please review :D

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