Anti-Hero || Leah Clearwater

22 - Right in the sun

"The sun will stop shining soon and you'll be dark in my life
Yeah, you'll be gone
It's as simple as a change of heart
But I'm not gonna think about the future"

Love Like This - Kodaline

Felix had worked all day, leaving their suite at the first light of dawn and returning in the afternoon. Leah had decided to enjoy the amenities of the luxury hotel where they were staying. She had tried out all the sofas in the suite, used the plasma TV, ordered room service for lunch, read one of the English books that were available in the small library in her room, and used the Jacuzzi.

That's where Felix had found her when he had returned. He had joined her in the tub, his powerful body taking up most of the space.

He then had taken her out to dinner at a restaurant not far from the hotel. Of course, it was still strange to be the only one at the table eating, but Leah didn't mind that much. She liked to listen to him talk while she ate, occasionally interrupting him to ask him a question about his past or the Volturi.

"Have you thought about what you're going to tell your pack?" he asked. Leah swallowed the bite she was chewing and after taking a sip of water, she replied, sadly, "Not yet."

"It's not the first time one of you has imprinted on a vampire," Felix remarked. He knew all too well the nature of Renesmee and had understood the conversations he had overheard between Leah and Jacob.

"It's not the same thing," Leah put her fork down on her plate, her stomach suddenly closed.

"Why?"

She should have explained to him that she was the black sheep of the reservation.

That even in the one thing that would have made her a little more human, in the eyes of her tribe, she had failed. Leah had spent two years of her life full of anger and sadness, pitied by those who knew her and knew the truth.

She didn't know if she was capable of starting over again with the isolation, the sleepless nights, the endless questions from her mother. And this time there was the pack to consider, who would have discovered the truth immediately thanks to the link between their minds.

Leah knew very well that at twenty-one she was still too young to consider herself a grown woman, yet she believed that Felix saw her in a different light, at least in the last few weeks.

She was never going to tell him that in reality she was still the same Leah of a couple of years ago, that the wound hadn't fully healed, that probably the separation from him would have been one of the most difficult things to face in her life.

Felix would never have known that Leah, full of resentment, so demoralized that she couldn't understand when she was hurting others.

She knew that her reaction to Sam's imprinting on Emily could be justified, but she hadn't made the situation easy for anyone. It was also true that neither Sam nor Emily had handled it in the best way, as well as Leah's parents.

No, Felix who had lived long enough to have seen the whole world, would never have had to deal with that version of Leah.

In La Push, far from Italy, from him, she was another person she despised and didn't want to go back to.

"It's complicated," she said, not revealing too much.

She should have told him that the problem was that he was a Volturi, but the truth was that she wasn't so sure that any other vampire would have been welcomed with open arms either.