The familiar click the door made as she slid the key into the lock, seemed foreign to her now. Samantha sighed as she walked through her door.
Her mind was racing with thoughts. Thoughts of the day, thoughts about the past, thoughts about the future, and thoughts of him.
She allowed her purse to fall from her shoulder as she moved past the entrance o her small apartment.
Samantha hit the button on the linking answering machine. One by one each message was played. She wasn't listening, to caught up in her thoughts.
She wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking. She mentally kicked herself..
Martin had made it quite clear that he didn't want to see her. Their relationship was now only professional.
Absent mindly Sam wiped away the tear forming around her eye. Even behind closed doors she was afraid to cry. Afraid to show emotion.
Maybe that's why she let Martin in a little. He'd seen her cry, that day when Jack annocced he was leaving New York.
Maybe……….
She looked around her apartment. She realized how empty it felt. Cold and empty.
She wondered …….. did she have "problems"?
That's what Martin said.
Everyone had "problems", but did she have such big ones that kept her from having a normal relationship.
She reviewed all her relationships with the people. They were messed up one way or another. Mother, sister co-workers,….. and Martin.
But what exactly defined a relationship? And what made a relation ship work?
She sat down and rested her pounding head in hands.
Samantha was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't hear her cell phone ring.
She left the table and went to sleep.