JACOB'S POV:

Leah…

Leah, my old love.

Leah, with the empty smile.

Leah, who tortures herself…

All because of me.

Leah, who wants to die.

Leah, who drinks and drinks until she can't remember her own name,

and she collapses to the floor, wasted.

Leah, who when not drunk, raves about how good red wine is,

and how she can't remember not liking anything else besides it.

Leah, who loved me.

Leah, who lived on my every word alone.

Leah, who's life I destroyed.