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the tendency he has for sad brown eyes.

Summary:
jacob/leah


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1. Chapter 1

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Let her go. Let her go. Let her go.


The familiar stanza was repeating itself clearly in my head as I was nearing myself to the border between Canada and Washington.

Let her go. Let her go.

I ran, my four legs briskly hitting the dirt, my breathing ragged. Dusk was beginning to fall and my body was growing more and more weary with every passing minute. The idea of making it to La Push by tonight tired me. I walked towards a cave with a wide opening enough to fit me.

I closed my eyes to the oh so familiar feeling of transforming back into the human I am.

The human that lost it all, the one that let her go.

I shook my head and walked towards a small lake. My reflection startled me, it’s been months since I had last looked at myself. My face was pale in its own way, my hair was longer and clumped together. I looked like I hadn’t slept in weeks, my eyes beginning to form black circles underneath.

I slapped the water’s surface, disgusted. How did I let myself do this? I grew angrier by the minute but I held my urge to transform back.

By being isolated, I managed to master how to control these urges, to control my instincts.

I sighed deeply as I made my way back to the cave. I sat and pulled my knees to my face, forcing my eyes to close.

I hated nighttime, I strongly disliked having to close my eyes. The colors behind my eyelids always produce one image. One picture.

“Bella,” I whispered as my eyes once again managed to make a near-perfect image of her. Her beauty was breathtaking, even in my mind.

The tears quietly crept down my cheeks, collected in the crevice of my knee. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep, entangled in dreamland.
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The sudden chirping of birds woke me up in an instant. I looked around the cave and found a bird’s nest lodged in between two rocks. I stretched, found my knapsack and got my pair of sweats and put them on.

I had to make it to La Push today. I had to see someone. Last night’s dream confirmed that what I had always slightly felt was indeed real.

I needed to see her.

I walked out of the cave, ran to the lake once more and plunged my head in the cool water. I shook my head and ran and found myself in the shape of my ancestors, the werewolf.

I ran and ran, unaware of how much distance I was covering, ignoring the voices in my head.

Are you coming back, Jacob?

Sam, he’s coming back!

About time, man, it was getting pretty boring around here.


There was only one voice I wanted to hear, but it wasn’t there.

Before I knew it, I was running straight into Washington’s forests. I kept going, my stamina building up in the anxiety to see her face.

I wasn’t going to give her up. Not now.

As soon as I heard waves crashing down, I knew I was home. I stopped at the edge where the forest meets the beach and phased back into human. I put on my sweats and walked patiently down the rock studded sand.

She was sitting on the sand, her long dark hair blowing in the wind, covering her delicate face.

I sat next to her, yet she didn’t seem startled by presence.

She looked at me, her dark eyes piercing, “You’re back.”

I nodded my head, “Yeah, I’m back.”

She nodded slowly, and placed her elbows on the sand, resting.

“Took you long enough,” she said, playfully, a glint in her eyes.

I laughed, “I know. Did you miss me?”

She squinted in the sun and smiled slightly, “You know what? I actually did, surprisingly.”

I knocked her over gently, “Sure, sure.”

She looked me straight in the eyes, her expression serious, “Why are you back, Jacob?”

I looked way from her, to the sun hiding amongst the thick clouds, “I don’t know,” I answered.

She sighed and drew her knees closer to her, hugging her sweater tighter to her body, “I see.”

I stood up and held out my arms to her, she grabbed onto my hands and stood up.

“I needed to see someone,” I said.

She nodded glumly, “Jacob, didn’t anyone tell you? They’re gone, she went with them.”

I laughed, “I didn’t want to see her.”

She looked taken aback, “What? Then who did you want to se–?”

I grabbed her face between my warm, large hands and silence her by pressing my lips onto her warm ones.

“Leah, I needed to see you. I think, I think I’m in love with you,” I mumbled, my face in her hair.

“Oh, Jacob, you finally realized that?” I heard her ask, her voice muffled by my bare chest, “I thought you were never going to get over Bella and notice me.”

A soft rumble grew in my throat as I cupped her face, “I notice you now, Leah. I’m sorry I took so long to realize.”

She laughed, the first time I ever her authentic real laugh since Sam went with Emily, “I love you, Jacob Black.”

“So do I, Leah Clearwater. So do I.” I kissed her and for the first time in months, I felt my heart, my body coming together to unify.

With my soulmate in my arms, I finally felt what I've been looking for.

Love. Real true love.