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this is my first try at this pairing, (l/e) but it excites me. :D
please enjoy the disinteresting musings of a teenage girl.

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Edward rethinks his perspective on beauty with a new view on a certain werewolf.


Beauty

noun, plural -ties.

The quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, colour, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).

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He'd never really thought about her as beautiful before.

But it was that one glance, across the deserted room which changed his whole perspective.

Because Leah wasn't safe, or harmless, or delicate like anyone else – like Bella.

She didn't belong at all, not to this boringly tedious world of rainbows and sparkles; the girl was wild, she was feral and no-one could tame her.

So harsh and sharp, her concrete shield could withstand anything; the insults and the cruel comments that they thought she couldn't hear.

But it was in her eyes, the bottomless pits of unfathomable obscurity, that he could see the real person beneath.

He saw the hurt and the pain, and he wondered how anyone could bear to wound her beautiful heart again and again. He knew how she never wanted any of this that had happened; he could see the resentment when she looked at everyone here (himself included).

He recognized the envy she carried, how she had nothing and believed, with all her soul, that he had everything.

'How far from the truth!' He thought incredulously.

His life was perfect, faultless, everything anyone could dream of.

But it was not what he wanted.

He never requested this existence of security, with forever being just another day in the same old routine, planned to perfection with nothing to ever go wrong.

It did not have the danger, the liberating essence of life that hers had. She was a free spirit, not tied down to anything.

He was stuck, damned to live in this perfect, sickly limbo that he could not escape from.

Because, overall, it was not her face or her intelligence that made her beautiful to him. Leah Clearwater didn't care, and she was free, soaring high above them, making her own happiness.

And that was what made her beautiful.


aw! i don't think this is that good, i'm not-quite-an-author-yet.
thank-you for reading!
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