Infinite, a bewitched fanfic

There is something about bewitched that is nostalogic and genuinely heartwarming. It is simple (very simple for today's world" and really beautiful.

Infinite

She is fine, she is so fine. That is what she tells them up there.

She is a witch; she is a witch after all.

'I knew it would happen, I am totally fine with it' she keeps telling her mom, 'Everything must come to an end' she tells her kids and practically everyone who treats her as a pathetic, pity-worth widow.

She isn't normal even at that.

She keeps telling herself it was normal, he has been aging and ailing for quite long.

She had been mentally prepared from the go for it.

What did she expect that it would last forever?

What did she expect that he'd linger on for good? It was even better for him; he had been suffering the pain for long any ways.

Why did she do that to herself in the first place?

Why did she bind herself to such a mortal?

Why did she give in to him in the first place, only for him to leave after wards?

'He was Worth it, he was all worth it' she knows it well, she knows it by heart.

She can still remember him even after a century had passed.

How he used to laugh, how he used to whine after every trick played on him, his scent, everything about him.

She still remembers their first encounter.

She remembers their last day together; it was their anniversary after all.

'Sam, I love you"

'Happy anniversary, darling' he said

'Happy anniversary, darling' she said

Then he slept

And he never woke up.

'Happy anniversary, darling'

The words keep echoing in her mind, echoing and echoing and echoing, driving her insane.

The glass shatters and Endora is there, looking at the mess her daughter caused, she is there sprawled on the floor beside the shattered mirror, Samantha has reached break point.

Her hands are all battered, and there she is bleeding and bleeding for the mortal guy.

She takes care of the wounds; she takes care of the mirror shards"

She knew this would happen.

She knew it from the very start, yet she could do nothing, damn, she could do nothing at all.

The sound of the glass drowns his voice for a moment.

And then it is black.

And then it is her mother cradling her in her arms, rocking her to and fro, weeping with her, weeping for her.

"I am…"

"Shhhhh, darling, you don't have to say anything"

"I am fi…."

"No you aren't, Sam don't you lie to me, I am your mother, I know what you are going through?"

"It is just that I …"

"Why did he have to leave me like that? Why? I can't just cope and get used to it, I can't"

"I know darling, I know, Darrin didn't do it on his accord, it is their cycle, they live, they die, they are reborn, that is it, he was a fine man, he is even better now at least he doesn't have me ruining his life" she knows her words are of little comfort, her words are worthless yet she isd trying she is trying her best to pull her once blooming daughter back together. "Now let's put you to bed, I am sleeping with you, tonight"

The moon is shining, overhead.

She can still hear his voice in her head as she drifts.

'Sam you broke your promise'

'Sam, you must learn to move on'

'Sam, a life is only a life when you have something worth living so, and I have you Sam'

'what we have is infinite'

'Sam don't leave, please'

'Sam, I love you'

'happy anniversary, Sam'

'Happy anniversary, Darrin'

Dick york is my favourite Darrin, his chemistry with Sam and Endora was great.