Sam's POV
Six months.
It's been six months since she left without a word.
When I opened the truck door, she said 'hi'. After all this time, all she gives me is 'hi'. Nothing to work with, nothing to let me see inside of her. I never knew how infuriating that one word could be, until, until now.
It's not the word. It's her. No matter what she does I'm drawn to her. I hear her everywhere I go. I said I've moved on, I said she's in the past. She's not. She never will be. But I hope she's my future.