Fandom: Rookie Blue
Pairing: Sam/Andy
Category: Friendship, Romance
Rating: M
Collection of ONE-SHOTS
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam Swarek as much as I'd like to.
Synopsis: EPISODIC.
Author's Note: Similar to the collection of one-shots I'm writing for Luke & Andy, this collection will capture moments between Sam & Andy (which are, quite frankly, much more fun to write since there are so many snarky moments between T.O. and rookie). I'll try to remain as close to canon as possible, although some liberties will be taken.
Work in progress, and will remain as such until Rookie Blue ends. Please leave a review if you're reading; I'd love to know what you think!
Chapter Note: Again, a short prologue and introduction to the whole series, but it will definitely get better (I hope!) Happy reading!
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~
000. Once Upon A Time
There's one of those in every person's life.
The one that's more poignant than the memories that have been made, more bittersweet than the keepsakes of the past. More pleasant and painful than all of life's experiences combined.
The one that got away.
Always remembered with a sad sigh and a pensive smile, sometimes with a little laugh, but mostly with a fond "If only". Some people move away from the ones that got away; they carry on with their lives and the one who got away remains just that – a distant memory to be reminisced when they look back on their lives and think of all the things they could have done.
Others live in that time, in that memory, drifting along in life but never quite able to break free from that one regret. That only regret. Because the regret is too great, too overpowering, too magnified in their daily lives and they cannot break free from the imprisonment it has locked them into. For them, the agony of the loss is too debilitating that the memory is better washed away, forgotten, never drudged up. The memory is better never remembered.
She was his; the one that got away. She was the epitome of a searing hurt that time would never dull, the arc of torture that no balm could ever soothe.
But more painful that the knowledge that she probably never was his, was the fact that she was so close, and could've been, had he only asked.
She was the regret that he carried around, burdened by her presence in his life and her smile on his heart. The regret he would always remember with a smile, the regret he would always hold dear in his heart.
She was his greatest pleasure, and his biggest regret.