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Major thanks to Flyaway Dove for Beta-ing this.

Set: Sometime after BD.

Leah POV

I want my Fairytale

I'm sorry.

I just can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that everything's fine when it's not. Both of us have changed. It's not that change is a bad thing; it's just that we're not changing at the same pace.

You're behind me. I'm sorry, but it's true. It's because you're waiting for her to catch up with you. So I wait for you to catch up to me. When I do, I always seem to wait too long and fall behind. And instead of knowing instinctually where to go, to follow you for every turn and every stop, I'm lost. I'm running to try and catch up, but you're so far ahead of me that you can't hear me calling out to you for help.

I keep moving forward, knowing that I have to reach you at some point. I move forward and wander ahead, trying to find some twist in the road that will bring us back, trying to use our connection to guide me back to you.

It doesn't. I don't think we have a connection anymore. It's changed.

Finally, I come to a stop. A fork in the road: do I go right, or left? Did you go right, or was it left? Did you even make it here at all? I don't know. I just don't know anymore. I used to know. I used to know a lot of things about you.

Now I don't know anything. There's no internal map connecting us together telling me where to turn, where to stand, when to stay put, nothing.

So I sit and wait. I just stop and wait for you, as always.

It seems like all I ever do is wait. I wait for you, for us, for her. Always waiting.

It would be best if I just left.

For both of us. You'd be free, and so would I. You could explore all the places that you and SHE have wanted to go, and I could… well, I could do something.

What I'm trying to say is that I need to leave. You're not the same person you were two years ago.

You're responsibilities have changed.

Priorities altered.

Again.

I understand, I do. Mine have changed as well. I now have more to worry about, more to work for, more to want. I have a life to live… on my own… without you.

It's not that I want to forget you, (who could), or that I don't love you, because I do. So much. I'm just too tired.

I'm so tired of having to plaster a fake smile on my face every time I see you two together just to make you happy. I'm not happy anymore. I was, once upon a time when the beautiful princess left the evil witch and warlock's castle and came to live with the true prince of the land.

Well, that's where is should have ended. But there was no happily ever after.

There was no magical ending where the prince and the princess ruled the kingdom together. No. The prince was obligated to follow another, lesser princess and had to abandon the princess he had learned to love. He broke the princess' heart and left with his new princess, his "true love." The princess got the raw end of the deal. It's not like she wasn't used to it, being abandoned. It's happened before, she survived it. She just never thought that the prince wouldn't fight and break the chains that tie him to his new princess.

But he can't, because the prince is just a character in a fairytale. Life isn't like a fairytale. No matter how close our lives are to the stories and make-believe, there are no do-overs. There are no rewinds or take-backs. All we have is harsh reality; a reality that likes to sneak up on us and bite us in the ass.

Watching you two, how you were practically raping each other with your eyes, was a giant bite in the ass courtesy of Reality.

So, I'm bowing out. I'm taking it as my cue to leave, to say goodbye, (because this clearly isn't our story anymore).

I'm not leaving because I'm jealous, or hurt, or bitter, or angry, or upset, because I'm not. And I'm not just saying that. You're in love and I'm happy for you. You deserve to be happy, to be loved. Just like I do.

Which is why you'll let me go.

You'll go off into your own fairytale, accompanied by a new princess to begin a new tale, and I'll try to start where I left off. With the lonely princess who's looking for the right prince to stay with her for eternity.

Besides, I've always wanted to go back home. I forgot what the La Push summers were like.

So, I guess this is goodbye. Some form of closure to this chapter of my life. This time, our stories won't cross. We'll just be two different people in two different tales.

Go live your fairytale, and I'll live mine.

Your Beta,

Leah.