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APOV

A couple weeks later, Leah and I sat in my bed. It was a rainy evening, and Leah was supposed to be on patrol. But her little brother, Seth, is a sweetie. He insisted that he take Leah's patrol, because he didn't want her getting sick. Well, in reality, he's a sucker for forty bucks. But we won't tell Leah that.

Leah and I had been snuggled up in my bed that night, reading. Leah had brought over one of her grandmother's diaries. We had spent most of the time pouring over the pages. Leah had found many of Kristina's experiences interesting, learning from them. I had simply enjoyed reading Kristina's loopy, simple handwriting again. It reminded me of notes left on my counter about patrol times, and other notes passed to each other in the halls.

We had found a lot about me in there, and I had found all of Kristina' thoughts about me interesting. There had been points where we both laughed, and points where I buried my face in Leah's shoulder, wishing I could cry. There had even been one section where Kristina had described some of our sexual exploits. I had laughed, remembering the night. Leah had given me a playful glare before kissing me into submission.

Despite her efforts to hide it, I knew reading that part of the journal had made Leah a little nervous. We still hadn't gone all the way together. We both knew we would, and neither of us was really in a hurry to get there, partially because we knew we had all the time we wanted to do it. Still, no one really wants to hear about their partner's past exploits, especially if it is with their own grandmother.

Now, though, I was sitting upright to Leah's left. She was sleeping, probably for the first time in a week. Sam had her running so many patrols, to keep her away from me.

I looked at Leah's sleeping form. She lay on her back with one hand under her head. Her hair was fanned out around her head, so she looked like a lion with a multi-colored mane. The other hand was stretched out and resting on my thigh. The white bed sheets sat at her hips, obscuring my view of her from the waist down. She wore a brown long sleeved shirt, which fit in just the right way that I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I let my eyes slide down to her hips, where her shirt slid up just enough to tease me with her toned stomach. I wanted to kiss her, ravage her body until she passed out, sweaty and extremely happy. But she needed sleep.

So, instead, I picked up the journal that now sat closed between us. I don't know what compelled me to do this, but I flipped to the back couple of pages. The last entry was dated a couple days after I left.

I can't turn anymore. No matter how mad I get, no matter what happens, I stay human. I never thought I'd miss it so much. But I do, because it means she's gone.

I'm going to miss her. I know I'll never see her again. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. I told her once of what I dreamed of our future being. I hope she finds it someday, with someone who loves her just as much and as well as I do. She deserves it, she's beautiful, both physically and in her soul.

I put the journal down then, knowing I couldn't read any more. She wanted me to be happy. She sincerely wanted me to be happy. There was clearly no sarcasm in the words she had written on the page. She wanted me to love again. Kristina. I love her, always have and always will. But I also love Leah, and I now knew that Kristina would have wanted me to love Leah.

I looked down on Leah's sleeping form again, and my eyes met the locket, sitting right on her collar bone. The simple silver heart, with the words that Esme's friend has once written. Guide her, keep her, with love always. And please bless her as I do now.

I knew in that moment, that no matter what happened, I would love Leah to the best of my ability. We were made for each other, and nothing would ever change that.

A/N: Okay guys, I know you want to kill me. But here's what's going on. This was the logical place to end the story. Leah and Alice are firmly in love with each other, Alice has moved on from Kristina, and life is (for the most part) good. But they still have other pieces of story to tell. So, other adventures in their lives will have their own separate stories. I promise, this is not the last you've heard from these two. For now, though, have wonderful summers.

-AliceLuvr53-