A/N: I don't own the Twilight Saga. At all. Ever.

So here is chapter 59 of Static. I know it's been a little while, but this chapter has taken a while. It's been retooled a couple times because I just wasn't happy with what was going on, and it turned out to be a pretty long chapter despite all the cuts I've made to it. This chapter includes a throwback to chapter one and a whole lot more. It takes place three days after the last chapter.

I have kind of a big point to make later, so stick around after the jump if you care to read it.

Enjoy.

LIX.

i'm not in the swing of things
but what I really mean is
not in the swing of things yet

Leah was busing tables at Floriano's the following Monday afternoon and thinking about what might have been if she hadn't sabotaged her own internship at Howard Plath when she saw Seth, her mother, and Charlie all enter the restaurant. They looked really happy and it really freaked her out.

She stopped in her tracks, dropping the rag onto the table. Then she made sure her boss wasn't around and approached them carefully like they were her alien mother and alien sibling and alien… mother's significant other.

Sue greeted her with a hug, and Leah knew something was different. Sue was never this nice. Ever.

"What's going on?" she asked. "Are you alright?"

"Lee-Lee, I've gone into partial remission. The tumor has gone down sixty-five percent. We're going in the right direction."

Leah just covered her own mouth and braced for the tears that would come pouring out.

Sue started to wipe them away the second they arrived. "Sweetie, don't cry. Whatcha crying for?"

"I'm so happy for you, Ma."

Leah's boss let her go forty-five minutes early since it wasn't that busy, and she was informed by her brother that they would be getting a new car. Sue and Charlie had gone in the police Cruiser, so the siblings had a moment as they followed them to the Ford dealership in Port Angeles, just minutes away from Floriano's. Driving was easier since the rain had washed all the snow out within two days.

"You and Charlie have been saving up for a car?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Seth said. "I've been getting a whole bunch of hours, and Charlie's really helping out. It's for me and Mom to share."

"Seth, you can keep this car for yourself," Leah said. "I know I drive it everywhere, but I can take the bus to school and work from now on. You let Mom get the new one to herself so you can have this one to yourself."

"No offense, Lee," he replied, "but you're kinda old."

"Oh, really?"

"What I mean is that we don't have to share. If you can get this car to yourself, then you won't have to hang around the house so much. Know what I mean? You get to do what you want. You don't have to watch Mom all the time and drive her to all of her appointments."

"But that doesn't mean you have to babysit her," she said. "I can already tell you're gonna have big things coming to you after graduation. I don't wanna hold you back."

"Lee, it's fine," he told her. "Really. Just keep the car." He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for calling you a jinx back at the hospital a couple months ago. I didn't mean it. It's not your fault that Mom got cancer, and I don't think things are gonna get worse if you have what you need to get out of the house. You're not a jinx at all. I can take care of her. Charlie can take care of her. You've just gotta take care of yourself."

And all this time, she had thought Seth had grown to resent her.

They approached the car dealership. She turned into the gravel driveway and looked at her brother. "Thank you, Seth," she said.

He nodded, and she felt the weight of the world in guilt being lifted from her shoulders.

Leah sat in her kitchen chair by the land line much later that night. Seth and Sue were out taking the new car for a spin, and Leah was trying to figure out what to do next. She didn't have work tomorrow. She could blow off class if she made plans. But she just had to make plans.

So she called up Kim.

She didn't sound tired at all when she answered the phone. "Hey, Leah, what's up?"

"Bambi," Leah began, her voice sweet as honey.

"Lee-Lee."

"I hear that you lost a hundred and thirty pounds yesterday. I wanted to know your secret."

"Well, I'd like to thank lying, cheating, and the invalidation of my gay-ass feelings. Anything is possible if you just believe."

"So you do have a vacancy in your condo, after all?"

"She literally just moved out yesterday."

"At least she was quick. What do you think about me moving in?"

"Honestly," Kim replied, "a sewer rat could move in as long as it helps pay the bills. You down?"

"I'm down."

"Think you can start packing tonight? I don't have anything to do until three tomorrow."

"I can be at your place in an hour and a half. I don't have that much stuff."

"Okay, sweet. But Lee?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you so eager to get out all of a sudden, with your mom dealing with..." She held the c-word back between her teeth.

"She's entered partial remission. She's not cured, and we won't know for a long time, but she's getting better. Also, they're giving me the car so I can do what I want now. I won't feel so guilty for not being able to take care of her all the time."

"That's good. I'm glad you're getting to do what you want."

"Me, too," Leah admitted. "I just want her to be okay."

"Me, too. We all do."

They were silent for a moment, and then Leah asked, "Hey, Kim?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know exactly how to move out. Can you come help me pack?"

Leah was moved in by two the next day. She didn't really have a lot of things to bring with her, and her area was almost completely empty. (Bella had forgotten some things.) The neighbors must have thought that Kim was crazy for having so many people move in and move out already. This would be permanent, though. Both Leah and Kim knew it.

They ordered a pizza and turned on MTV. It felt as natural as ever.

"Did you ever think we'd actually live together?" Leah wondered. "I know we talked about it all the time when we were little but did you ever think that we'd follow through?"

Kim's eyes stayed on the television screen. The commercials had just ended and Selena was back on. "I mean, I would spend the night at your house literally every weekend until we were fifteen," she replied. "And all we did was eat food and watch Selena, anyway, so this isn't that different."

"Except we have to pay bills now," Leah added.

"Oh, yeah. Shit."

Leah focused on the movie, and because she knew that movie like the back of her hand, she noticed when it skipped a scene in order to suit the running time that MTV had allotted. "I can't believe they skipped that scene," she said, her tone of voice actually upset. "I miss my VCR."

"I think your mom would kill you if you took it with you," Kim said.

"Ugh. I know."

"You could just buy another one."

"Yeah, right. VCR's are back in because they're vintage." Leah rolled her eyes back to the sun. "I'm just poor."

"At least we have a DVD player," Kim pointed out.

"That's nowhere near the same thing."

Kim rolled her eyes and picked up another slice of pizza from the box on the table. "You're unbelievable."

Leah gave her a huge grin. "You know it, roomie."

Kim glanced at her watch. "I don't wanna go to work tonight," she said.

"What do you even do at the gym besides make people suffer?"

"I usually just take measurements and stuff, but I've mostly been making calls to people who haven't been in in a while. I make them feel guilty for having lives outside of the gym and make them schedule appointments with me to get back on track."

"So you get lied to right in your face, basically."

"Basically. And I have to straight up tell people to get back in the gym because they've gained weight." She guiltily stared down at her slice of pizza and then tossed the plate onto the table. "And I'm also partly in charge of cancellations, so I have to hear people's sad excuses as to why they can't give up thirty minutes of their day to hop on an elliptical as easily as they can give up forty dollars a month."

"God, that's embarrassing," Leah said, her voice flat.

"I know." Then Kim's phone lit up from the table, shaking violently. She answered the call and brought the phone up to her ear. "Eric? Yeah, what's going on? You need me now? Okay… Okay. I'll be there in ten." Then she bolted from the couch like a bullet and went to change clothes.

Leah just watched the television, watched all the skipped scenes from her favorite movie. She was so offended by the time she turned it off. That was when Kim emerged from their room in an ensemble that was respectable for an athletic club.

"I don't know when I'll be back," she told Leah. "Emma called out sick and they need someone to cover all her appointments. I'll probably be up there until nine."

"Have fun."

"I'll try. Call me if you need anything." Then she practically ran out of the condo.

That day, Leah had become a resident of Forks. Not officially, but she had finally gotten off the reservation. It was a cheesy concept in media and even in real life, especially with people her age: Get off the rez. Go make something out of yourself.

That just wasn't the case.

Living on the rez sucked sometimes, but getting away didn't solve all the problems a native could possibly face in their entire life. Leah had grown up poor, but since she had been off the rez for a good eight hours, she wasn't any different. She didn't feel whiter or look whiter. She didn't walk whiter or talk whiter. She could go up a level and move to Seattle, get a job with Amazon, and live in a nice house on Lake Union. Shit, she could have not fucked up her ACL and be a student at the University of Pennsylvania, doing what she liked to do best: hoop. She could do all that but she would still be a Quileute. She might just lose the little bit of the language taught to her at the age of six, but she would still be a Quileute. She would always be one.

And besides—the swish of a net at the park at First Beach sounded just the same as the swish of a net at a college gymnasium. There just wasn't any money behind the former.

When she drove back to La Push that afternoon, determined to steal her old VCR for a couple hours, the Quileute reservation hit her right back. She didn't feel herself becoming any poorer or browner. She just felt herself be.

Luckily, nobody was home when Leah stole a VCR that was really hers. She strapped down the player as well as the sacred Selena VHS tape in the passenger seat, and she was about to speed off to her new home in Forks until she noticed that the Check Engine Oil light was on. She'd never seen that before.

She drove past Jacob's house, and in the distance, she could see that his garage was open.

She had never swerved that 1992 Nissan Sentra so quick.

Jacob ran out of his garage, wondering where all the tire squealing was coming from, and Leah nearly ran him over. He leaped out of the way, and she slammed down on the brakes.

"What the hell, Leah?" he shouted.

"Could you please just let me know that my car isn't gonna blow up?" she asked.

They sat in his garage minutes later as he was finishing up on her car.

"All you needed was an oil change," he asked her.

"Wait, really?" she asked him. "That's it?"

"That's it. Your car's really low on miles for its age. How often do you drive?"

"Me, just about every day. But my parents—my mom, I mean—doesn't really drive it."

"Oh, yeah, you guys just got a new car, right?"

She nodded. "My mom did."

He began to put all his tools away. "How's she been?"

"She's been good. She's been going into therapy every day and all. She's entered partial remission."

"So she's getting there," he concluded.

"Damn right she is."

"You're super positive," he said bluntly as he sat down in a chair across from her in the garage. "About your mom's recovery, I mean."

She furrowed her brows. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, since cancer is so unpredictable and all that."

"Well, she has still a chance," Leah stated. "I just want her to be alright again. It'll be a while, but maybe I just want to have a little hope for once."

"Hope," he said thoughtfully.

"What?"

"That's new."

"Maybe to you. No offense, Jake, but you're the most hopeless person I know." Her face was expressionless, and that was the way it ought to be. She ought to tell it like it is since lying had never made anybody feel good.

His reaction was enough to make up for her deadpan expression. "Okay, wow. That was a little unwarranted."

"Jake, I'm sorry," she said with a huge grin on her face. "But you've spent all this time minding your own business and keeping quiet about everything. It's depressing and I'm already depressed."

He smiled, amused. "Are you calling me boring?"

She nodded. "Oh, yeah, for sure."

"But you're here," he pointed out. "And I'm already done with your car."

She nodded again. "And?"

"Wanna get out of here?"

"Sure, but you're driving."

It turned out that Leah had never been to Ocean Shores, Jacob hadn't gone since he'd been a kid, and it was a two and a half hour drive. It also turned out that even though Jacob was the most hopeless person Leah knew, she had nothing but time on her hands.

Leah flipped through stacks and stacks of postcards from Rebecca, Jacob's sister. He had received one every week from what seemed like the beginning of time, and he still got them. Every design of every postcard was of the cheesy tourist sort—a pretty beach, some nice trees, coconuts, Aloha. The works. Leah quickly read them over, went over the key points. Up until even the most recent letters, Rebecca was in love with her life.

"Damn," Leah said. "She just keeps writing and writing."

"Yeah," Jacob replied. "I think she's writing a book."

"She started ten postcards ago," Leah clarified. "She stopped three postcards ago. Does Rachel write to you this often?"

"She lives in this century, so no," he said. "She just calls every once in a while. She's busy."

"What does she do now?"

"She's busting her ass working for Microsoft."

"Oh, fuck yeah. That's money right there."

"Yeah, I guess," he said absentmindedly, his eyes on the road.

"Do you miss them?" she wondered. "Your sisters?"

"I'd say that I do," he replied, "but I know they're out there doing what they want, and I can't wish them anything but to be happy."

Leah caught a twinge of sadness. She didn't know shit about forgiveness or patience or anything. She just didn't know.

"What are we gonna do in Ocean Shores?" she asked.

"I don't even know if there is anything to do," he admitted. "I mean, there's a beach."

"Oh, boy," she said sarcastically. "Another beach."

"C'mon, Lee. Beaches are cool."

His argument wasn't that convincing. "Whatever, Jake."

And that was the nature of the banter for the rest of the trip. They didn't get too deep again, but it didn't feel forced. It felt like they were friends, and it felt real.

It was getting dark when Jacob led Leah out to the beach of Ocean Shores. It was a quiet beach. A real beach. It wasn't just a bunch of little rocks. It had soft sand and it felt more like home than First Beach. It felt like their beach, empty and cold. Pure.

It was February, too cold to ever enjoy the beach for real, but Jacob was pulsating with a warmth that Leah could catch onto.

He led her far out, almost to where the ocean kissed the sand. They stood in near silence, the wind whistling around them.

When Jacob opened his mouth, his hot breath filled the air. "I haven't been here since the summer my mom died," he said.

"We were nine," she whispered.

He nodded. "Look," he told her. "I'm sorry I'm so out of the loop. I'm sorry I'm so boring. I like being alone sometimes, but… But when you're here with me, I don't wanna feel alone anymore."

"No, I get it," she said. "But you don't have to feel that way. Not anymore."

She felt their hands come together, and she didn't feel so empty. He didn't feel so cold. They were still pure.

"I promise," she told him.

They ended up at the bowling alley in Ocean Shores, where the pizza there was better than Forks' finest and the staff didn't care enough to card them for beer. They sat side by side at a table, watching the locals bowl since neither of them cared for the game and Jacob's feet were too big for any of the shoes available.

"What went down at your house the other day was so wild," Leah said. "Like, I'm surprised nobody socked Bella in the face for that shit."

"I'm surprised you didn't sock her in the face," Jacob said. "Deadass, I thought you were gonna fuck her up."

"That would have been mean," she replied, straight-faced as the neon lights moved across the room. Then she cracked up. "Nah, I was actually kinda out of it."

"How in the hell could you be out of it when Kim said, 'You gave really good head, though. I'll miss that.'"

"That, I didn't miss," Leah said. "But I wasn't gonna fight Bella for a show. If I were to do anything, it would be for Kim because she was there. It just kills me how nobody else gave a fuck. Even when Bella stuck around and had people asking her about the wild details of her fucking Kim, not one person asked her, 'Why are you such a horrible person?' Nobody did, but I should've. Then I decided it didn't matter because Kim was gone, and we knew Bella would go about her Bella ways and complicate things."

"How much do you hate her?"

"She's fucked up a whole lot," Leah admitted, "but I don't hate the girl. It's crazy how everyone talks so much shit about her like she's a celebrity or something. Like, shit, she's not fucking Kim Kardashian. She's a broke-ass kid going through some shit like the rest of us. So I can't really hate her. But that doesn't mean I'll ever like her. What about you?"

"I just feel like an idiot every time I see her," he said.

Leah took a sip of her Coke. "Why's that?"

"I had so many opportunities to make things right with her," he explained. "And I fucked up all of them because I'm stuck on changing myself as little as possible."

"Hey, don't be so damn hard on yourself," she told him. "It's not entirely your fault that you guys didn't work out. She's weird. She doesn't like to stay in one place and she sure as shit can't keep her word. That's why she and Paul are best friends." She rolled her eyes. "And besides, what you want when you're seventeen, eighteen isn't always what you want when you're twenty. I would know all about that."

"So you don't want Paul anymore?"

She shook her head. "He's fucking dead to me." She wasn't sure if she meant it. "He's a ghost. He's always around but he's never there. He's gone but he just can't stay gone. And the worst thing about it is that…" She inhaled deeply and then let it all go. "I still see him as a real person, but he can't see me at all."

"I'm sorry about that, Leah."

"It's not your fault."

"Yeah, but nobody should put up with that shit. Not even you."

She smiled, but tears had already formed in her eyes. "Not even a bitch like me?"

"You're not a bitch to me," he said.

She pouted her lips. "My hero."

Then they cracked up, and she regretted every little mean thing she'd uttered about him.

The regret stayed with her as they drove back home that night, and they hadn't returned to the rez soil until nearly ten. They were approaching his garage, and when they finally pulled up to the outside of it, Leah unbuckled her seat belt but didn't leave the car. "Thanks for taking me out today," she said. "I needed to get away."

"Me, too," he said. "And Leah?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for kissing you like that back in December."

"It's okay," she said. "I don't hate you for it."

"Do you hate me at all?"

She thought about it for a moment. "No," she finally said. "I don't hate you."

"I guess I don't hate you, either."

She smiled. "Good. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Alright. Have a good night, Lee."

"You, too, Jake."

Then she left the car and went to her own, waiting inside the garage. She drove out, and when she passed Jacob's car, he was already gone.

It wasn't until she was already at the front door of her new home that Leah realized she didn't even have a house key. She was about to check underneath the fake plant next to the door, and then she realized she watched too many movies and that Kim wasn't that stupid.

Trying to balance the VCR and VHS tape of Selena in one arm, she rang the doorbell, and Kim answered promptly, holding up a key with a know-it-all look on her face.

"Soon you'll have two keys," she said, "since Bella hasn't come by to return hers yet. Two is better than none, though."

"Hey, roomie," Leah greeted her uneasily.

"I was worried you got into a wreck trying to find the place," Kim said, shutting the door behind them as they entered the condo. "Where ya been?"

"Don't hate me," Leah began, setting down the VCR and VHS tape on the floor near the TV, "but I was with Jacob."

"Why would I hate you for hanging out with Jacob? Are you okay? Also, why did you steal your mom's VCR?"

"I'm fine," Leah replied. "I took it because I can't stand watching my favorite movie on MTV. And I don't know, I didn't tell you I was leaving. How was work?"

Kim sat down on the couch, and Leah followed. "I got to tell two people they were fat and I canceled three memberships. I started four more, though, which was fun. It was really a lot of paperwork."

"Oh, nice. At least you had something to do." Then she paused. "What do you think of Jacob?"

"I don't think of Jacob," Kim said. "Why?"

"Well, I hung out with him today, and somehow, I don't hate him."

"Leah Clearwater doesn't hate a boy she's talking to?" Kim asked dramatically, throwing a hand over her heart. "Groundbreaking."

"Kim, it's not funny, though!" Leah cried. "I might be catching positive feelings for an organism of the male specimen for the first time in a while."

"It's a nice surprise," Kim said. "I mean, I never thought you'd get over Paul in your entire life."

"That's actually kind of insulting and I'm questioning our friendship," Leah said.

"You got over him, though. I mean, who were you with after him besides the married guy?"

"Don't make me throw up," Leah said, covering her eyes. Then she looked up. "I also fucked that guy from high school, but that's about it."

"That was honestly the worst night ever," Kim recalled.

"Yeah, definitely."

"But on to Jacob. Does he respect you?"

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Does he call you his Pocahontas?"

The flashbacks of that horrible night of their sophomore year, the night Leah had lost her virginity to a neo-John Smith, came flooding into her mind. "Oh, my God."

"For real, though, Lee, does he respect you or doesn't he?"

"Yeah, he respects me," Leah said. "I'd bite his head off if he didn't. The fuck?"

"Does he respect himself?"

"What?"

"Does he respect himself?" Kim repeated. "Or is he still the low-life, self-hating, piece of shit you've been calling him behind his back forever?"

"Oh my God, I am an awful person," Leah said bluntly.

"Not awful," Kim clarified. "You've just talked a lot of shit."

"Okay, so are we here to discuss my possible feelings for Jacob or are we here to roast me?"

"We're here because we live here?"

"You're snappy as fuck, Kim. You know you're my soul mate, right? No homo."

"Alright, discussion over," Kim said.

"No, no, Kim, what do you mean by Jacob respecting himself, though? What does that mean?"

"At this point, he just seems like damaged goods. Like, damaged to the point that it's not even good anymore."

"He's a little hurt still," Leah admitted, "but he doesn't think much of himself to begin with. I can understand why being with Bella made him feel like he was worth something. She can really make someone feel better about themselves for a little while."

Kim rolled her eyes. "Trust me, I know."

"How weird does that feel?" Leah wondered. "To think that you and Jacob were both damaged by the same person?"

"I don't think of it like that," Kim said defensively.

"Okay, well, Jacob's a little damaged, I guess," Leah said, moving on. She'd heard enough about Bella and she hadn't seen her once today. "But he's okay."

"Are you gonna stick around and try to build him up, then?"

"It's not even that deep," Leah said, "but no. I hate that shit. The girl is always supposed to be a ride or die or whatever, fucking around with a guy who doesn't have his head on straight or his money good and is actively encouraged to stay by his side and help him be a man. We have to stick around and be patient for a work in progress. But the second a girl doesn't have all her shit together and a guy wants to get with her, she's supposed to swoon and blush and tell him that because she doesn't love herself, nobody else is allowed to love her. And even when she gets all her shit together and starts loving herself, she's suddenly too much of a bitch to have a man. Fuck all that shit."

"Lee, you're my best friend and I love you," Kim began, "but you really made it that deep."

"Sorry, Bambi. And sorry for not being more… inclusive in my example."

"I'm bi, so it's all good."

"So is it that some days you feel like dick and others you feel like pussy?" Leah asked. "Just wondering."

"Once again," Kim said, "you're my best friend and I love you, so I'll be super patient. But no. It's not like that. I just like both, you know?"

"But you haven't been with a guy since high school."

"That doesn't really mean anything. I still like both. If I'm all about salad one day and the next day I have soup, it doesn't mean I don't like salad anymore. It just means I'm enjoying some soup."

"Salads are disgusting," Leah said, "but I get it."

They both laughed.

"Thanks," Kim said.

"And if someone wants to get on your nerves about how you feel about either food—gender—then I'll beat their fuckin' ass."

"That works for me. I'll be right back—I gotta pee."

Kim got up, and Leah sat in silence for a few moments, feeling one hundred percent unresolved about Jacob. They hadn't done a thing tonight, but she still felt strange all over. Maybe it was okay to have something other than rage, sarcasm, and sly digs exist in her entire body.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Leah knew Kim wouldn't order pizza twice in one day, so she had no idea who it could be.

Leah didn't think to peer through the peephole before opening the door, so the visitor took her by surprise. It was Bella. She held a small stack of clothing and a gift bag.

"Oh, wow," Leah said sarcastically. "Here to return my house key?"

"I didn't know you lived here," Bella said.

"Well, now you know."

"I just need to tie a few loose ends," she explained. "Then I'll be on my way."

"You finally took a dick out of your mouth to do that?" Leah asked. "After two whole days? That's really noble of you."

Bella sighed. "I just wanted to say sorry."

"It wasn't me who you outed in front of everybody, so..."

"Get over yourself, Leah. I wanted to say sorry to Kim. And where is she?"

"She's in the bathroom."

"Can you give her these clothes for me once she's out, then?" Bella offered Leah the stack.

Leah took it. "Thanks. Do you have my house key, though?"

Bella dug in the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out a key. "There you go."

"Thanks again."

"No problem. And, Lee, I'm sorry to you, too. I really am."

"Is this so you can fuck Paul without remorse?" Leah asked. "Is that it? Because I could care less about whatever you do with him."

"You couldn't care less," Bella corrected her, her voice unbothered.

"What?"

"When you say you could care less, it implies that you care, even just a little bit."

"This isn't the Disney Channel. You know what the hell I mean."

"Well, this has nothing to do with Paul," Bella said. "It's just that I've messed up a lot, especially with you, and..." She hesitated.

"And what?" Leah prompted.

"My dad really wants to propose to your mom. That's what."

Leah shouldn't have been that shocked, but the news hit her like a bolt of lightning, anyway.

"I know," Bella said. "So I guess I'll be on my way."

"Thanks for apologizing," Leah said.

"Thanks for listening. Oh, and I almost forgot." She handed Leah the gift bag in her hand. Leah just stared at it.

"It's a fucking DVD," Bella said defensively. "Not Pandora's box."

Leah took the bag. "Thanks."

"Paul says it's your favorite, and I heard about how much your mom loves her VCR. See ya." Then she turned to the stairway and left.

Leah shut the door and went back inside. Kim was just coming out of the bathroom.

"Was someone at the door?" she asked.

Leah nodded. "Yeah, it was just Bella. She came by with some of your clothes. Oh, and the other house key."

"Is that what's in the bag?"

"Oh, wait," Leah said. Then she stuck her hand in the bag and pulled out a fresh copy of Selena on DVD. She glanced at the stolen VCR next to the TV set, and then back at the DVD.

My mom's gonna kill me, she thought.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading this entire chapter. If not, thanks for attempting to read this entire chapter.

So I know since the publishing of chapter 58, there's been drama on the review page. All I really have to say about it is that if you are at all concerned with the careless ways I seem to treat this story, privately message me so we can discuss them. I love feedback, but I don't love arguments in the reviews based on how much or how little I know what I'm doing with my story. Let me tell you right now: I know what I'm doing, and that's all there really is to it. I'm just here to share my little Twilight fanfiction to my little audience. Nothing more, nothing less.

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