Chapter 2: Take Me Back to the Start
So he lost her. There really wasn't any other way to describe it. He lost her.
He pressed his back harder against the door and reread the small note pinched between his fingertips behind blurred eyesight over and over.
I know. I'll always know.
The words seemed to echo in his head, as he could imagine the exact way Sam would say it. He knew she was gone by now, heard the slow, deliberate steps away from his apartment, his heart pounding endlessly. Beneath the growing tightness in his heaving chest, he could feel things he never felt before. A searing burn that made his vision go meek. An intensifying ache each time he thought about her. A dull, yet increasing rate every now and then that made him hear the blood pounding in his ears.
He thinks it might be a broken heart.
Somewhere deep down, he knows that they'll get back together again. But just knowing she wasn't his anymore, at this moment, made his chest ache and his eyes water earnestly.
He released a shaky breath and placed a hand on the cold surface of the floor, pushing himself up. The last of his tears had dried up on his cheeks, and he winced every time he could feel the strain of his flesh when he moved them. He was exhausted, could feel the way his shoulders slumped and his eyes refused to stay open. With another shaky breath, he walked slowly towards his bedroom, trying to clear his mind of what recently happened in there. It sent a painful ache streaking through his heart to know that she was in his arms, kissing him soundly in there, just about an hour ago. He tried to let his mind steer away from the reminder, but he found himself trying and failing.
She was all he could think about.
He dragged his feet slowly across the floor, walking towards his drawers to find pajamas. He went for a simple gray penny tee with the emboldened maroon letters 'SPECIAL HAM' across the chest and dark blue bottoms. Even as he climbed into bed and got comfortable, he could hear the words they shared earlier that evening in the elevator echoing in his head.
I love you.
I love you, too.
So why can't that be enough?
When he had gone to bed, he had originally thought it would be easy for him to doze off, considering the tiresome events of the day, but the circumstances thought otherwise. After about an hour of tossing and turning in his bed, he gave up. It was nearing about one in the morning by now, and he cursed the clock he read it from, remembering when it was gleaming, in a painfully noticeable bright red, the time 12:00 AM. He reached over and pulled the cord from the outlet in anger, wishing he had a universal remote earlier that could stop time. Or maybe rewind time back to when they were laying in each other's arms in his bed. Or maybe even fast forward time to when they'd get back together. He pondered the idea for just a moment, before finally deciding to get up and finding something to do. If he couldn't fall asleep, he'd find something fun or productive to keep himself busy. He wandered into the living room, sitting down on the couch and reaching for the remote.
He was surprised his mother wasn't home yet. Sure, she worked late shifts at the hospital before, but she never worked this late. He momentarily wondered where she was before pressing the on button on the remote control and leaning back into the cushioned couch.
He didn't realize tonight's breaking news would change his life forever.
A/N: Okay, that's chapter one. It's very, very short, I know. But I wanted to have a little cliffhanger here. Builds the suspense. Makes people want to read more, you know? See? I'm such a clever bastard, aren't I? ;)
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