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Paul stood there looking down at the water's edge, even if he jumped, even if it was on a day like today, when the tide was angry and the waves were crashing against the rocks. Any normal human jumping from this height would die, but not him, it would take a lot more to kill a werewolf than knock against the rocks. Paul sighed, he'd done this so many times already, flirting with the idea of death, hell the Pack had enough wolves in it to protect the Reservation, it's not like they needed him. He didn't need to be able to hear Sam's thoughts to know that no matter what he wasn't trusted around the imprints. Sam couldn't risk Emily getting hurt again and Claire was Emily's niece, so he couldn't have anything happen to her. Regardless of the fact that the only one who had ever hurt an imprint was Sam, he still wasn't trusted by his Alpha.
Then there was that overwhelming feeling of loneliness that he felt, Jared had Kim, Sam had Emily, Jacob had Leah, Quill had Claire, hell even Colin and Brady had imprints. The only ones that didn't were Seth, Embry and himself, but Seth and Embry had their families. He didn't even have that, his mom was gone, she'd run away when he was five and his dad was a crack head, an abusive crack head. He had no one, and none of the Pack would ever understand why he was so angry, Jared was his best friend, probably his only friend, but not even he knew the extent of Paul's anger, Paul had always been very good and keeping things from the Pack even when phased. So he couldn't really fathom a reason for his continued existence.
But just as he was contemplating his death for the second time that night the thoughts of a girl entered his mind, she didn't have a name or a face or even an age, but just the thought of her made him want to live for just a little bit longer. That longing to have an imprint, to have someone that he could love unconditionally that would love him back always stopped him from taking the final plunge into a word of darkness.
He turned as he heard the rustle of leaves and darted into the forest away from the cause of the noise.
Enter beautiful girl,
But things are not what they seem,
As we stand at the edge of the world.
A girl, no more than seventeen stumbled out of the forest, soaked from head to toe in the pouring rain, her hair was black and her skin light brown. If Paul didn't know any better he would have said that she was a Quilette. She walked slowly to the edge of the cliff and looked down, he couldn't see her face but he knew that he had to talk to her. He stepped out from behind the trees and called to her, "What are you doing here?"
She flinched away from the noise but answered none the less, "Just taking in the view..."
He could hear the pain, the anguish in her voice and in that instant he knew what she was really saying.
Excuse me sir,
But I had plans to die tonight,
Oh, and you are directly in my way,
And I bet you're going to say it's not right.
My reply:
"You know it's pretty dangerous out here at this time of night, especially in this rain..."
Excuse me miss,
But do you have the slightest clue,
Of exactly what you just said to me,
And exactly who you're talking to?
"What does it matter to you? It's not like we know each other!" she replied.
"Maybe we could," he shot back.
She said, "I don't care, you don't even know me."
I said, "I know but I'd like to change that soon hopefully."
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion,
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion,
You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it,
No matter how unbearable this misery gets.
"You can't just do this," Paul said edging closer to her, "Isn't there somebody who would miss you, somebody who'd hurt if you did this?" she didn't respond. "You're hurting, I get it, but this isn't the right choice, there'll always be something better than this," this time she gave him a hollow laugh.
You make it sound so easy to be alive,
But tell me how am I supposed to seize this day,
When everything inside of me has died?
"There's no one left who cares for me anymore," she finally replied.
"Okay, then I'll care for you."
My reply:
Trust me girl,
I know your legs are pleading to leap,
But I offer you this easy choice,
Instead of dying, living with me.
"You don't even know my name!"
"So tell me, let me know you."
She said, "Are you crazy? You don't even know me."
I said, "I know but I'd like to change that soon, hopefully."
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion,
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion,
You see the trick is that you're never supposed act on it,
No matter how unbearable this misery gets.
"Look I'm not going to tell you that if you come down from there, life's gonna get easy, because it'd be a lie. Life sucks, you get hurt more times than you can count, I can't promise you that you'll always be happy, but I can tell you I'll do my damndest to make you feel better than you do right now."
I would be lying if I said that things would never get rough,
And all this cliché motivation, it could never be enough,
I could stand here all night trying to convince you,
But what good would that do? My offer stands and you must choose.
"A day," she whispered so softly that he almost didn't hear it, "I'll give you a day to show me that living is worth it. If you can't give me that then I'm through."
"All right, you win, but I only give you one night
To prove yourself to be better than my attempt at flight
I swear to God if you hurt me I will leap
I will toss myself from these very cliffs
And you'll never see it coming."
"I get it," Paul replied, he was just behind her, if he wanted to he could grab onto her and make her leave in that instant, "I've tried ending it more times than I could count, but I can't, not yet."
"Settle precious, I know what you're going through
Cause ten minutes before you got here I was gonna jump too."
Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion,
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion,
You see the trick is that you're never supposed act on It,
No matter how unbearable this misery gets.
"Come on, let me try to help you."
"Cassandra," she spoke slowly, "my name's Cassandra."
"Hi Cassandra," he whispered, "I'm Paul." He put his hand on top of hers and turned her to face him and when their eyes locked, gravity shifted. He couldn't see anything else but her, and her mesmerising green eyes. He shook himself out of his stupor and took in the tear tracks on her face, "Let's get you home."
Hand in hand they walked to her empty house and she led him upstairs, giving him a pair of her father's sweatpants and a black wife beater, and went to change herself.
"I'm tired," she finally said looking up at him from her seat on her bed.
"I'll go sleep on the couch." He turned to leave and she grabbed his arm.
"No, can- can you just hold me?" he nodded in answer and curled his arms around her as she drifted off to sleep.
That night when the wolves howled, for the first time in his life as a wolf, he ignored it, and merely tightened his grip on his imprint. His Cassandra.
Okay guys, please review, this is my first songfic, and first one-shot