Love poems (Leah Clearwater story)

Chapter 17 ~ The Argument

The summer continued to roll on, and Vivienne and Leah's relationship deepened further. They were inseparable, spending nearly every moment together. However, as with any relationship, there were bound to be bumps along the way.

One hot July afternoon, Vivienne and Leah had planned a quiet day at the beach. They packed a picnic, grabbed their towels, and headed out. The beach was their favourite spot, a place where they could relax and just be themselves.

As they settled down on their blanket, Leah seemed distracted, her eyes often darting to her phone. Vivienne noticed but tried to brush it off, focusing on the waves and the warmth of the sun.

"Is everything okay?" Vivienne finally asked, unable to ignore Leah's unease any longer.

Leah sighed, putting her phone down. "Yeah, it's just pack stuff. It's been really intense lately."

Vivienne nodded, trying to be understanding. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Leah shook her head. "No, I don't want to ruin our day. Let's just enjoy the beach."

Vivienne felt a twinge of frustration but let it go, deciding to focus on the positive. They spent the next few hours swimming, sunbathing, and talking about everything and nothing. For a while, it seemed like the perfect day.

However, as they were packing up to leave, Leah's phone buzzed again. She glanced at it and muttered something under her breath.

"What's wrong?" Vivienne asked, her concern growing.

"It's just Embry," Leah replied, her tone curt. "He needs help with something. I'll deal with it later."

Vivienne frowned. "Leah, if it's important, you should go. We can do this another time."

Leah's frustration boiled over. "Why do you always have to make it about you? Not everything revolves around your feelings, Vivienne."

The words stung, and Vivienne felt her own temper rising. "I'm not making it about me. I'm just trying to understand what's going on. You've been distracted all day."

Leah's eyes flashed with anger. "Maybe I wouldn't be so distracted if you weren't always so needy."

Vivienne took a step back, hurt and disbelief etched on her face. "Needy? I'm trying to support you, Leah. But you keep shutting me out."

Leah threw her hands up in exasperation. "Because you don't get it! You don't understand what it's like to be in the pack, to have these responsibilities."

Vivienne felt tears prick her eyes. "I'm trying to understand, but you won't let me in. You keep pushing me away."

They stood there, the tension crackling between them like a live wire. Finally, Leah let out a frustrated sigh. "Maybe we need some space. I need to clear my head."

Vivienne nodded, her heart heavy. "Maybe you're right."

Leah turned and walked away, leaving Vivienne standing alone on the beach, feeling a mix of sadness and anger. She watched Leah's retreating figure, unsure of what to do next.

The drive home was silent and tense, with Leah dropping Vivienne off without a word. Vivienne went straight to her room, feeling the weight of their argument pressing down on her. She sat on her bed, staring at her phone, hoping for a message from Leah, an apology, anything.

Hours passed, and there was no word from Leah. Vivienne's mind raced with worry and confusion. She picked up her favorite book of love poems, hoping to find some solace in the familiar words. But tonight, even the poems couldn't soothe her.