Sam/Melinda... well, at first - if I continue it, it will be Sam/Amelie!:
Thanks to UnderOTheOSea, who asked for this story!
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Melinda...
The woman he loved; the woman who gave him the child of which he had always dreamed... The woman who died.
He still remembered the way that her face lit up like the sun, whenever he came home from whatever menial job he had, and that she never looked on the dark side of life. She was an optimist, a glass is half full sort of person.
He loved her: it was a hot and intense firey love, neither able to take their eyes off one another when they were in the same vicinity. It was this first experience, merely almost two years before she died, that caused the catalyst of emotion in him that meant he knew she was for him. She loved him back and the first time he could call her 'Mrs Glass' was a dream come true.
But she died... She succumbed to Death, greeting him with open arms, and left him and their baby alone. What hope did he have of raising a child to the standard she would have?
He didn't have a hope in hell, heaven or any other place - and he knew it.
He drank himself into oblivion nearly every day, drowning out his sorrows and working to remember Melinda's every aspect. He studied the few photos he had of her all the time, keeping one close to his heart at all times and sleeping with one on what was her pillow. His son was forgotten in the wake of his mother's death but little Stephen didn't know the difference between his father's arms and his grandfather's...
He still remembered, with the utmost clarity, the day he proposed. They were standing on the porched area of his home and looking out over a beautiful morning in Morganville. The sun was shining, reflecting on the small pond in the garden, but it wasn't glaring or too hot. It was perfect - just like Melinda.
"Will you marry me?" he asked, his heart fluttering with anticipation. As he looked into her eyes, he was filled with the overflowing emotions of love and lust and desire for her.
"Yes," was her simple response, her eyes not on the small diamond ring in his hand but locked in his gaze, never looking down.
Without breaking this contact, he stood up from his stance on one knee and slipped the ring onto her finger, expecting it to be for eternity...
It's a shame when eternity finishes before you hope.
As he remembered this day for the thirty thousandth time, a tear crept into the corner of his eye. He wasn't crying at the gesture of love, or the evident love there, but at the fact that his action was the thing that ultimately ended her life. If he hadn't felt that overwhelming desire to be with her, to make her his, perhaps she would still be alive. If he hadn't have had to do this selfish act, she could be alive and have a child... Perhaps she wouldn't have died, perhaps she would have the chance to see her baby grow up to be a marvellous being, of her nurture.
He couldn't help but blame himself. As, after all, it was his creation...
Ahhh, poor sad Sam!
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Vicky xx