A/N Hey guys. Life somehow managed to get worse since my last update, and I've kinda been five minutes away from curling into a ball and refusing to do anything ever again. Anyway. I figured that maybe I'd feel better if I tried to write away all the crap, and voila! New shitty update that's later than it should be! Let's just give up on the daily update thing, eh? It's obviously doing nothing but stressing me out. Anyhoo. Update. It's crap. I stopped caring a while ago. Enjoy. ~Sammy
This is a heart from a man of tin
If you had asked him, before, how he would have reacted, he probably would have answered with a 'take 'em down and get the hell out of there'.
As it is, this isn't before.
This is after.
This is now.
So he closes his eyes, and digs his nails into his palm.
Notrealnotrealnotreal.
Don't. Cry.
"Sam? Are you okay?"
No.
"Is this- Shit. Is this too much?"
Do. Not. Cry.
"I'm sorry."
No. No you're not.
"I'll stop, okay? Here, look. I'm stopping."
Stop. Crying.
"You're okay, Sam. You're going to be okay."
He cries.
A/N Anybody hate me? I know I do. Let me know what you thought in a review. Maybe reviews are what I need to tell Shitty Real Life to take a hike and leave me alone. Help a writer out here? ~Sammy
