My Love

An argument between two lovers changes the future for both. What do you do when your reason for existing is holding on to life by a string? Let nature takes its course, or do you ask for help from your enemy?
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"...I cannot Paul. The treaty states..."
"Fuck the treaty! She's the love of my life! I can't lose her! I may have fucked up and caused this, but I can't let her go! Please!" I pleaded outside of his home. His wife, Esme, came next to me and hugged me as I fell to the ground. I didn't care if she was eerie rock solid or cold as ice. I just needed my Y/n/n back.
As I am looking at her currently, caressing her little finger that is hanging outside her cast, I think back to how we met...

Read to find out how they met, what the hell happened, and if Y/n dog is okay.
Book is better than the summary...I promise.

This could also be found in my imagines with Embry, Seth, and Paul on my page.