A/N: This is a place for the drabbles I conjure up as part of the fun, new community I joined. Fell free to leave ideas, requests, and criticism as you see fit. Enjoy-
Sam/Addison
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Comes and Goes (In Waves)
- Greg Laswell
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There's an immense amount of sticky silence that follows her desperate declaration, a lot of staring at empty space, stomachs churning with the implications that would have come- should have come.
Sam watches Addison bite down on her lip, stifling a sob, fingernails digging into the smooth skin he should be caressing. It's the wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong life.
Naomi had an emotional breakdown and screamed that he would be a father soon in front of many of their classmates and friends, but Addison- Addison choose to ambush him in his office, propped against his desk. There are no hollers and congratulations to hide behind here, nothing to hide his fear.
He peels a discolored piece of flesh from his palm, buying time. And when he's ready, he gathers her in his arms, prying her away from his lonely plant, and whispers with more relief than warranted, "They'll never know."
It's the only peace he can afford.
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