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2nd Personal Sun

Summary:
Bella and Edward have decided to move away to Alaska. Jacob is still trying to cope from the pain of losing his true love, and is unintentionally tearing himself away from the pack. But, what if, Leah and Seth Clearwater had an optimistic little sister to begin with? Can she be the one to brighten Jacob's outlook and save a crumbling pack from falling forever? But, what if something happens to Jake that will effect her just as badly in the end? Can she make it through the scenario and still maintain her sense of trust? More importantly...can she make it out alive? new chapters added!


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5. Chapter 5

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A couple days past. Kiralee was strolling down the beach alone and barefoot, holding onto her flip flops with one hand. As she walked they bumped against her upper thigh. The sand caved around her feet as she stepped down. The crisp blue waves crashed before her.

The sun was starting to set over the western horizon. She looked out on it, making a mental picture of its beauty. Of course, she would attempt to put this on a canvas, but she herself knew it couldn’t be duplicated. It was too perfect.

She stared thinking about her relationship with Leah—love and hate. She figured, now that Leah had found herself a steady “boyfriend”, things at home would become relatively peaceful. Out of guilt, Kiralee had fixed Leah’s fan the other day while she was at the movies with Gregg, the so-called boyfriend. Although, Leah was just in her usual tirade towards her when she arrived back home later that evening and Kiralee fought the urge to go send the fan back on haywire, and possibly crank up the heat in her room. It was already May with an average temperature of about sixty-five. She knew that wouldn’t go over well.

Even though she bit her tongue after doing so, she occasionally admitted to herself that Leah had just been going through some tough times, and she should respect her privacy. But, after a deep breath, she reminded herself that Leah wasn’t the only one who was going through some tough times, and she could continue doing what she was doing. This is where the love chapter ends and you flip the page to the hate section. It was that complicated.

She decided to walk back to her house. It wasn’t a far walk, so she made it in about five minutes. She reached into her back pocket for the key.

“Kiralee!” a broken voice called from behind her, and she turned around to see Leah jogging towards her across the Clearwater’s lawn.

How scripted was this?

She waited, frowning. Leah eventually caught up, and by looking into her eyes, she could tell she’d been crying. They were rimmed in red.

“What happened?” she demanded.

“Huh?” Leah asked, disoriented. She clearly was focused on some other matter—a matter that, quite frankly, Kiralee didn’t care about.

“Leah, I don’t have time for this—” she started to say, but Leah started talking rapidly.

“No, please, just listen…” she said, and went into hysterics. “Gregg and I…we were at the movies, everything was fine, right? And he led me into the right theatre, we watched the movie, he bought me some ice cream and we shared a soda and everything. But then, then we were leaving to go home because it ended…and he told me, he told me that we couldn’t go out anymore. I was so shocked. It was so unexpected. And I started crying, and he dropped me off at the beach because he said I was too much for him to handle and…and he told me that the reason we couldn’t be together anymore was because there was someone else, and when I asked who it was—”

Kiralee stopped her. “Leah, stop. C’mon…come inside. Don’t do this out here.”

She took her sister’s hand and led her inside to the living room. She told her to wait for a second as she entered the kitchen and went to the cabinet. Leah sat on the old couch, salty tears running down her paled face.

Kiralee came back. In her arms were a box of tissues and a piece of dark candy. She sat next to Leah and handed her a tissue.

Leah wiped her eyes. “Thanks,” she muttered, and sniffed.

“Anyway, what happened?” Kira said, leaning back against the couch. She knew her sister well enough to know that she got down to the tiniest detail in her stories.

Leah explained the scenario again. Together, they sat on the couch for over an hour, Leah talking and Kiralee listening and nodding. Finally, Leah took a revitalizing breath, and looked at her sister for support.

Kiralee sat quiet. After a moment, she handed Leah the dark candy.

“Eat it,” she said sternly.

“What is it?” Leah said, flipping it around through her fingers.

“Chocolate.” Kiralee grinned. “Eat it. It’ll make you feel better.”

“It doesn’t look like chocolate,” Leah protested.

“Leah, just eat it,” Kiralee said, slightly annoyed.

She took a nip off the corner. Savoring it her mouth, she smiled, “Thanks,” she repeated, her voice muffled by the chocolate. “I appreciate it.”

Kiralee smiled back. “Anytime.”

Clearly the love chapter had to of been reread.