Empty.
It was two am when Samantha Spade finally made threw her apartment door. Flipping the light on she noticed it seemed emptier than it did when she'd left this morning. Not empty in 'things', no, it was more of an emptier 'feeling', like an old abandoned mansion that know one cared about anymore. When she pressed the play button on her answering machine she found out why.
"Hey Sam, it's me...you might have noticed some of my clothes and stuff are gone...well I guess there's no right way to say this, but uh, things just aren't working out for us. I think you know that already, I get the feeling your not ready to settle down and I am...anyway, I'll pick the rest of my stuff up on Saturday. I know this is really sudden and I'm sorry, I really thought we could've had something...I guess not. Bye Sam."
She pressed the erase button. It actually wasn't sudden for her, she knew it was coming. Chris was a good guy, she liked him a lot, but he wanted a family, she didn't, end of story.
She slipped out of her work clothes and into an oversized T-Shirt, she grabbed a blanket and curreled up on her couch feeling lonelier than she thought she'd be. Breaking up was no big deal to her, she actually expected it now. But this time it was different. Chris meant a lot to her, she could almost say she loved him, no not almost, she loved him and it hurt her to hear his sad and stumbled goodbye.It hurt even worse to know she never told him how she felt.
Within five minutes she was asleep and morning came all to soon. She shuffled to the kitchen, got a cup of her beloved coffee and thought about Chris. She found herself missing the way he put way to much sugar in his coffee and how his lips moved when he read the paper. She missed his love for soccer and how he never could pick the right colored tie.
She sighed and told herself to get it to the back of her mind and go to work. after all, work was the only thing she had left.
The office was normal, it was early so not very many people were around, some of the lights weren't turned on and the hallway was comfortably dim.
As she did every morning she went to the break room for her second cup of coffee. That's were she and Martin usually met up since they pretty much had the same schedule. He was of course there, pouring the dark liquid in a mug and adding one packet of sugar. She smiled as he said "Good morning", and got her down a mug.
"I'm glad we found that kid, but I sure coulda used a few more hours of sleep." He sipped from the steaming mug.
"Mmm, I second that. But I guess that's why there's a weekend." She began to walk in the direction of their cubicles.
Danny was already at his computer, most likely checking emails. "Hey Blondie."
"Morning." she answered, sitting at her desk she turned on her computer.
Danny noticed short and non cheerful greeting , but he didn't ask questions. He liked his privacy so he respected others. Besides, his phone started to ring.
"Taylor." he answered, and a minute later his handsome features became hard. "How bad?"
Both Sam and Martin turned to him, whenever someone asked that it was never good.
After a thank you he hung up and stood, while he put his coat on he said. " I have to go, tell Jack I'll be back soon."
"Everything okay?" Martin asked.
"Uh, yeah, I just have to check on a friend." He didn't say any more than that before grabbing his cell and heading outside.
He walked down the hospitals long hall and looked for room 121, a frown was set on his face.A nurse was coming out of the room and he stopped her."How is she?" He asked.
"She's stable."
"Well what the hell happened?" He was angry at the lack of information he was getting.
"She tried to kill herself."