The Twelfth Of Never
Chapter 1- He's Gone
You ask how much I need you
Must I explain?
I need you oh my darling like roses need rain
You ask how long I'll love you
I'll tell you true
Until the twelfth of never I'll still be loving you
It was around 3 o'clock in the morning and Sam Nixon was sat in her living room, thinking. It hadn't long since she'd told Stuart about the miscarriage. The thing that was getting to her was the look on his face. She saw the look of relief on his face and in that moment, she knew that she couldn't stay with him. He wasn't ready for a long-term commitment so she asked him to go. Throughout her relationship with Stuart, Phil Hunter had been jealous of him, mainly because he wished Sam had chosen him and not Stuart. Now Sam was wondering the exact same thing. What had she seen in Stuart in the first place?
Sam knew how Phil felt about her, he'd confessed his feelings for her just before she started going out with Stuart. It had taken the miscarriage to make Sam realise just how much she loved Phil as well, she always had but hadn't acted on it. Partly because men only came and went in her life and she didn't want Phil to go the same way as the others. She wanted to stay with Phil forever and wished she'd had the guts to tell him before she got involved with Stuart.
And hold me close
Never let me go
Hold me close
Melt my heart like April snow
Sam had made her decision. She got up off the sofa and picked up her phone. She scrolled through the phonebook and found Phil's number. She called it. Hoping with all her might that he'd answer. He did. 'Hello?' said a groggy voice at the other end. 'Sam? Is that you?'
'Sorry Phil, I didn't mean to wake you up. I'll call back later,' Sam said and was about to hang up.
'No, no Sam. Honestly it's alright. What's happened?'
'I told Stuart about the miscarriage- he's gone'
'Stay there. I'll be right over' Phil hung up, he hadn't been up to bed, he'd fallen asleep in front of the TV. He'd been worried sick about Sam ever since she miscarried the baby. He picked up his car keys and dashed round to Sam's house.
10 minutes later, he knocked on Sam's door; she opened it, saw Phil's face and went to hug him. She burst into tears; Phil tried his best to comfort her. 'Why didn't you call me sooner?' He asked.
'Because…I…didn't…I thought…I'd be better off getting over this on my own,' Sam finally replied, trying to regain all composure.
Phil entered the living room of her house. Sam had gone through to the kitchen to make them both some coffee. Five minutes later, she re-entered the living room with two steaming mugs of coffee. 'Cheers Sam, I could really do with this' Phil said gratefully. 'So how come you've given lover boy the elbow?'
Sam came and sat down beside Phil on the sofa. 'When I told him about the miscarriage, the look on his face just told me everything I needed to know. I couldn't stay with a man who didn't want a long-term commitment. I suppose I just realised that I didn't love Stuart…because I'm in love with someone else.'
Phil's face fell; he really believed that this time he'd really blown his chances. It had become all he wanted in the world. For him & Sam to be together. He wasn't expecting the answer that was going to come. 'Who is he then?' Phil finally said.
Sam leant forward and kissed Phil on the lips. 'Does that give any clues?'
Phil looked stunned at what had happened. 'I didn't think you felt the same.'
'I do. I was a bit scared of getting involved with you because I thought that I'd just be another notch on your bedpost. Then when you told me that you'd fallen in love with me, I felt really guilty being with Stuart when I knew that it was you really loved. I love you Phil.'
Phil leant forward and kissed Sam softly on the lips. She didn't pull away and they kissed again, more passionately this time. Phil's hands moved slowly down from Sam's shoulders and started to undo her top. Sam's hands were fumbling with the buttons on Phil's shirt but suddenly she pulled away.
'Hey Sam, what's wrong?' Phil asked, sounded concerned.
Sam got up off the sofa, turned to face Phil and said: 'I think we should move this to somewhere a bit more…private'
Phil got up off the sofa and looked at Sam, their eyes full of lust for the other. Sam held out her hand, Phil took it and she led him upstairs to her bedroom.
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About four and a half hours later Sam woke up and saw Phil asleep next to her. She smiled and knew that she'd made the right decision. This was going to be forever and Sam knew it. As the song says, she'll love him till the twelfth of never- and that's a long, long time
I'll love you till the bluebells
Forget to bloom
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme
Until the twelfth of never
And that's a long, long time
Until the twelfth of never
And that's a long, long time