I apologise muchly, but this fic has officially completed the transition from fluff to angst. I don't even know how that happened. No matter how good my intentions, I just can't help myself. Sorry.

Sam.

He's … he's scaring you.

He was always the one with the faith.

But where is it now?

He needs it.

He needs it so bad.

You're sure it's still there somewhere (really?).

It must be (really?).

Buried deep under all the broken trust and shattered promises (really?).

You hope so much that it is.

You even pray (really?).

And then you wander whether you've stolen his faith from him.

Because he going down a dangerous road.

A road condemned by angels.

Angels who would kill him without batting an eyelid.

But you won't let that happen (really?).

He's teetering on the brink, but you won't let him fall (really?).

Because you love him (really?).

And you're never gonna let him go (really?).

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