She stares. Just stares. Of course, she thinks. But what's the point of thinking? Thinking leads to questions. Questions need answers. She doesn't have the answers. So she can't answer the questions and her thoughts are left unanswered. Questions left as queries. Nothing really happens.
So she doesn't think. She just stares. Now she wonders. Wondering is a completely different thing from thinking. Wondering is uncontrollable. It just happens and you feel helpless 'cause you can't control your wonderings (is that a word?). And somehow those wonderings revolve around coffee coloured eyes and a nerdy brunette.
She curses inwardly because she hates it. She's being sappy and that isn't her. She's strong. She's Sam. She doesn't care about chizz like this.
Her confidence last for only a minute before her posture deflates and her wonderings return to this brunette. Automatically, her eyes find the photo frame that sits on her mantelpiece.
Missing you in Hawaii…
Love Carly + Freddie
She feels happy. Honestly, she does. She just wonders, what if? What if Freddie never got hit by the taco truck? What if Freddie never got hurt? What if Carly never saw Freddie in that way? What if she wasn't so mean to Freddie? What if she was nicer to him? What if she wore nicer clothes? What if she put on make-up?
She's alone now. She realizes she has never gotten a real boyfriend probably because of this nub. She can't bring herself to forget him. It kills her. And she hates it. Yet, somehow she thinks it's what keeps her sane. She goes through everyday in a daze: work, lunch, work again, dinner, sleep.
Nothing all that exciting. Yet, at night, she's here alone, staring at the photo of her happy best friends.
Fairytale endings don't happen in life. She knows for a fact that happily ever afters are reserved for Carly-like people only, not Sam-people. So this is how it should be.
Carly and Freddie live happily ever after. Sam doesn't.
The end.