Well, I'm feeling a little too in the Amelie/Oliver mindset, so here's a Sam/Amelie to counteract that!

I don't own anything!

Amelie's POV:

What do I do?

My heart is completely owned by Samuel Glass. He has every single iota of my heart, my soul and me… I cannot go one single day without thinking about him.

He has my heart. He has my soul. He has my body.

Then why can he not have it, I hear you ask? Why do I remain locked away in this house I call my home… yet it isn't my home. Unless Samuel is with me, it isn't my true home. He is my home. When I am with him, I feel complete.

I haven't been complete in over fifty years.

I pushed him away, for reasons so dense, I cannot truly believe I actually accredited them the length of a thought, much less half a century. I thought that I was protecting the love that we had, to prevent the wrath of the poisonous ivy that consumes so much love in the world every day. I thought that I was conserving our love so that it would still be here in half a century, a century, perhaps even more than that.

It's here. But it's not love.

We could have been happy for these years. We could have grown our love, made it stronger, been happy if it wasn't for me. If it wasn't for my selfishness, my complete lack of faith in Samuel, let alone myself, I would be able to have someone right now to hold me. Samuel would be here, able to comfort me when I cannot cope with life, someone to love me back as I love them. He may do this, but from afar.

So why do I keep pushing him away?

I keep him away for protection. There is so much of a chance that he could be hurt. Oliver threatens him weekly and I know that he would face so much more danger if people knew he was close to me. That's why I fed the town the lie about him being a 'social experiment' so that vampires would stay away from him. I don't want him ever to be harmed.

So why am I considering dropping all of this?

I cannot face it anymore. I cannot face waking up alone, lifeless, without anyone to love me. I cannot face knowing that he comes to see me every day without fail but I never allow him in. I hate the fact that I do this, but I am protecting my absent heart.

Or that's how I justify it.

That's what I say to myself every time I tell my assistant to tell him to leave. That's what I say when I move away from him in the rare public outings I partake in. That's what I say when I dial his phone number, just to clear it again.

So why am I thinking about him?

I cannot help but think about him. He is my life, although he doesn't know it, and I need him. I cannot live without him.

I want to go to him now. I want to go to him now, as I do every day.

Do I do it?

I move slowly towards the portal, my hand extended out to open it. My body glides as I reach the door and I take a long, slow, deep breath before turning the knob. I emerge in Samuel's flat… he's sleeping.

As usual.

I come here every night, to come and see if he is awake. I challenge myself every night to wake him up and tell him how I feel.

I don't do it.

I practise what I would say every night – I have it memorised entirely, with notes on how long each word takes to say noted in my mind. I want to wake him up, but I never do. I promise myself that if he wakes up I will tell him… but he never does. He is the deepest sleeper I know, and for that I am thankful.

I wouldn't know what to say.

Yes, I may have this speech planned out, but that is being given to a sleeping man, a man who looks so peaceful and innocent as he sleeps. A man whose brilliant looks make me loose my breath every time I see him – which is every night. In face, he draws me in more when he is asleep, rather than awake. Because when he is awake, he always carries around some of the pain he feels inside. When he is asleep, he doesn't do this.

I notice how he mumbles slightly in his sleep and I know that this is the time to leave… I didn't give him my speech tonight.

Oh well. There's always tomorrow.

Yay! It's another drabble! Hehe, now I've learnt what a drabble is, I should probably edit half my stories and call them drabbles now, but still!

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Vicky xx