HIIIIIIIII!
So yeah, I didn't want to put this in the end of this because it'd destroy all the feelings you're supposed to feel while reading this. I'm mean, yep. Okay no. So, this is my first fanfic (!). I tried doing one a while ago but I didn't even post anything on it so yeah. I'll try to update this as much as I can. It's gonna be very fluffy and dramatic and a real love story. Like, real love. And I'm terrible when it comes to grammar. You can follow me on Tumblr, my url is flanaganrory and there you'll probably know when I'm about to update this. Okay? Okay! Hope you like it.
Empty. Devastated. Lost. This is how she felt. How she feels. How she will always feel.
No one can save her but that boy. That not-so-tall boy with the blond hair and the green eyes. If they were blue, she'd say they were as deep as the ocean. Oh man, the times she'd get lost in those beautiful eyes.
Laying in her bed in her dark room, pretending she was asleep, that's all she could think about: him. How could someone be so perfect? How, in the name of God, could someone make her feel that way? Breathless, helpless, selfless. How could she care so much about that someone?
How could someone change her the way he did?
That scared her to no end. But the only thing that scared her more than everything was the fact he left her and she didn't move on. The fact that before, she'd be the one to end a relationship. Nothing has ever hurt that much, absolutely nothing. Not even her father speech once he found out she was pregnant. Not even breaking up with Finn, or with Puck, or with any other guy she has had a relationship with.
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. She couldn't be the only one hurting, she couldn't be the only one bruised, she couldn't be the only one dying inside.
She just couldn't. It was not right.
She felt angry. Angry at him, angry at herself, angry at Finn, angry at Santana, angry at everyone and everything that surrounded her. She was a mess, yes. But it wasn't because she wanted to be the mess she turned into.
If she were to blame anyone, she'd blame Sam. If she were to be angry at anyone for what she became, she'd be angry at Sam.
But she just couldn't bring herself to hate him. Not for one minute, not for one second. Hate was something she felt for almost everyone, but Sam. Not him.
"Can someone make it stop?" she thought, in the back of her mind. And with tears streaming down her face, she finally closed her eyes. And muttering his name, she fell asleep, with his face on her mind.
