Disclaimer: (Checks mirror) No, still not SM :(
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I stared at my hands, rough and calloused. Emily's hands were smooth. Emily's smile was wide, her features perfectly in place, her figure small and lithe. She was the exact opposite of me. Everything about her was perfect, and everything about me was awful. That's why Sam chose her over me. Life sucks.
I looked at the dish I had been scrubbing. Crystaline white and shimmery. I stared into it, expecting to see my hideous face. Instead I saw Sam. Staring back at me. I could almost hear his deep voice telling me he loved me. But I didn't. Instead I heard his voice, cold and teasing: " You can't have me! You can't have me!"
I flung the dish across the room, hearing the clash it made. It pleased me. That was Sam I just broke. Emily's Sam was dead now.
The house was empty, and I was alone. Just me, and the Sam I broke. Not the other way around.
Then, I ran into the forest and I hid. From who? I don't know.
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