Title: 70: Lost
Author: TartanLioness
A/N: I'm down with a severe cold and feeling entirely maudlin and angsty and this is what came out of that. Thought I'd share. Dancesabove is, as usual, the best person in this world.
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The night he found out that she had married Adam because she'd believed him to be her last chance, because she'd believed that she would eventually grow to love him, Foyle asked Sam why. Why she had settled.
And she looked at him with sadness in her doe-like, brown eyes and told him that she couldn't keep waiting. That she'd wanted a family of her own, with a man who loved her. That she couldn't keep dreaming.
She turned to leave, but stopped in the doorway and turned back to him.
"Could I just ask you one question?" Sam prefaced, biting her lip. He met her eyes and nodded minutely. "Do you… do you think you could ever have loved me back?"
Her heart thudded in her chest as she awaited his answer. Seconds passed. Foyle had cast down his eyes and bowed his head, but Sam didn't doubt for a moment that he would answer her when he was ready. Finally he looked up, his piercing blue eyes dark and sad.
"I'll never stop."
And the tears overflowed her eyes as she fled the room.