AN
Yeah, I own no one.
Full quote is something like 'Of all the words in the world, the saddest are these; it could have been' so I figured it was appropriate.
Thanks to everyone.
Jared's POV
"You're working under the impression that she's already so madly in love with you that nothing else matters."
"You're the one who told me you though she had a thing for me."
"Well, maybe not," Embry said casually. This conversation was beginning to slightly anger me.
"This isn't a casual situation. This is about her happiness."
"You're happiness, you mean."
"What?"
"What made you think she wasn't happy before?"
Where was all this alleged wisdom coming from? Embry had no idea what he was talking about. There's no way he, or anyone else who hadn't imprinted, could understand. He was most likely just trying to poke fun. I looked up to the table where Kim-my gentle, amazing, heart-stoppingly beautiful Kim-was sitting. I longed to fill the emptiness next to her, but her words from earlier still rang in my head.
"Kim...Kim...Kim wait up," I called as I ran after her. I stepped in front of her and put out my arm onto the wall to keep her from going any further.
"What?" she asked in a quiet but strong voice.
"Umm..." I'd forgotten what I was going to say. Honey. Chocolate. Peanut butter cookies. The smells that surrounded her were delicious. "Do you..." I tried to restart, but my train of thought was stolen again as she looked up at me.
"Listen Jared-" Did she just say my name? That angel just said my name. I think I'm the luckiest man alive. Wait. Why was she walking away? I caught up and walked beside her.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"I said," she raised her voice as she stopped walking again, "leave me alone!"
"Huh?" came out of my mouth, barely a whisper. I could barely hear the murmurs of the crowd over the sound of my breaking heart.
She grabbed my hand (which I hadn't realized that I'd placed on her back until now) and threw it down. "And get your hand OFF me!"
She left, leaving a crowd of shocked students and one heartbroken werewolf in her wake.
I haven't felt so small since second grade; my mother got mad at me when the principal called to tell her I'd pushed someone over for trying to steal my shoe. Back then, she towered over me. Now I pretty much tower over everyone, but still felt as small as an eight year old.
So basically, I'm screwed. She hates me. My soul mate, my brilliant graceful perfect star, my one thing in the world worth living for, hates me. There, I'd admitted it.
But that wasn't an admission of defeat. I would keep trying. I had to keep trying.
Wow, that one was short.
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