written for the Colored Roses challenge on HPFC.
It was love at first sight.
I wanted to be independent. I had my own pack. Nobody told me what to do.
Until Renesmee Carlie Cullen came along.
It was a thouroughly ridiculous name, but I didn't care. Her warm brown eyes were fetters, her long bronze locks chains, her smile a tight-fitting manacle that kept me shackled to her, no matter how much I loved her.
I was still forced to love her.
Why was I the only one who was uneasy with imprinting?
Was it because I knew there was love waiting for me in my own pack with Leah? Love that would eventually have blossomed if Nessie had never been born?
I loved Leah. She grew on me, and I came to love her.
Not like Nessie. With Nessie it was as if someone had pushed me off of a high cliff, and I was free-falling into a fate I never wanted.
With Leah, it was a rose blossoming, slowly but surely. It had its thorns, but it was beautiful all the same.
But Nessie's rose, the lavender rose of love at first sight was the rose that held me.
And I broke Leah's heart.
I didn't mean to, but it happened. There was nothing I could do to fix her, not when it would have broken Nessie in the process.
I was trapped between a tug-o-war game.
Leah hung on steadily, but it wasn't a fair fight.
Nessie had already won.