The night was cold and dark. Sam stood on the porch trying to work up the courage to knock. She'd already been standing there for a full five minutes before she finally did. The door opened a couple of seconds later and she was glad she didn't have to knock again.
"Sam." Dylan breathed. "You're early." He said, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah, well..." She trailed off.
"I've missed you." Sam nodded in return.
"I missed you too." She walked throuhg the doorway and into the house. It hadn't changed at all in the six months she had been in Afghanistan, and neither had her husband.
"So, Sam, I thought we could have a Chinese or a take-" Sam cut him off.
"Dylan, listen to me." She said, her tone wavering.
"Away." He finished his sentence, and now he was staring, transfixed, at his wife.
"You're going to hate me, Dylan, and I don't blame you. I alreay hate myself." She laughed, but it had no happiness in it. "
Sam..." Dylan didn't know what to say. She bent her head and stared at the wooden coffee table.
"I'm so sorry." She managed to get out but it had been so quiet that Dylan nearly didn't hear her words. The house had gone deathly silent when Dylan spoke.
"Darling, you've got nothing to be sorr-" Sam interrupted him, raising her head whilst speaking.
"Oh, but I have everything to be sorry for." She said, and Dylan gave her a funny look then. She seemed to get confidence from somewhere and she started speaking, only to trail off after saying 'I'.
"Sam." Dylan breathed. "You're scaring me." Sam snapped her head up to look him in the eye. "
Is that better than breaking your heart?" Sam said, more to herself than Dylan but he heard her words.
"Sam, what the hell-" She looked up into his eyes, and he could see the pain and the hurt that resided in them.
"You never should have married me." She whispered out.
"What's going on darling?" Dylan asked, his tone so quiet and soft that she barely heard them.
"What's sort of person am I? I'm broken and I'm going to break you. I don't want to but...I can't go back and change what I've done. I'm so sorry." Her voice got quieter and quieter as her words went on.
"Sa-" Dylan started.
"I slept with somebody else." Dylan physically recoiled at her words. His mind had gone blank.
"Please, say something." Sam begged.
"You...slept...with someone else?" Reluctantly, Sam nodded. "You're right, I should never have married you." He said, his tone dangerously low. Sam nodded at this as well. She looked him in the eye one more time, and then turned to leave.
"I'll get my stuff when you're at work." She called back over her shoulder. Then to herself she said. "I'm never going to stop loving him, and it's going to be hell." There were no goodbyes and no I love you's as Sam left, and there never would be again. It had been a mistake on Sam's part, she had slept with someone else, but it was still a mistake and it still hurt. No goodbyes, nothing, and that's what it was always going to be like.