(A/N: I was thinking about how I never write blackwater anymore, and I got inspired. Enjoy!)

Everyday Life

They are sitting by the edge of the cliff, just like always. Leah is wearing a torn, tattered shirt that she loved when she was 15 but now it's just another shirt to ruin when she phases by accident. Jacob is wearing ripped jeans that are covered in mud.

Neither of them is smiling. Leah finds it strange that Jacob isn't—imprinted wolves are generally the happiest people on Earth. She doesn't ask about it. She'll find out eventually.

The female werewolf picks up a small rock, throws it over the side of the cliff. "Life sucks," she states.

"I know," Jacob agrees.

(A/N: Reviews are love!)