Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the show. I am only fan writing a story about one of my favorite shows.
Author's Note: Hey all! How are you doing? Wow, it has been a while, a really, really, long while. I am terribly sorry for the long wait. I've just been so busy lately, and instead of doing my homework or talk online and on the phone right now, I decided to write. It really tool me a long time to write this part. I just was not sure what I wanted this part to contain. I knew everything else, but I could not get past this part. Every time I came up with something, I did not like it. But for now, this will just have to do. I like it better than the others, so I just hope it is good enough for you all. So, enough of me going on. Enjoy and tell me what ya think. And, oh, the next part will hopefully be up soon!
John stood up slowly from his place on the ground and stared at the exit of the parking lot, as if staring long enough would make her come back. His knees ached from kneeling for so long. His head pounded from his tears and thoughts. But most of all, his heart hurt. His heart hurt from Sam's leaving.
John felt a sharp pain in his chest. He felt so empty inside. What was left for him now that she was gone?
He had never loved someone so much in his life. With all the women he had known, none of them came close to making him feel the way Sam did. No one would ever make him feel that way. Only she could make him feel, make him care so much.
When he first saw her, something opened up inside of him. She tore down his guard with her gaze. No one had ever been able to do this to him. No one ever could read him as well as she did.
That's when things began to change. That's when he began to change. He slowly opened up more and more to her. Dreams of him and her together began to take over John's mind. Day and night she constantly haunted and filled his mind and thoughts. He longed to be with her. He wanted nothing more for her to feel the same for him as he did for her.
John began living in denial as he attempted to hide his affection. His attempts were useless though, as he was always unsuccessful in controlling his emotions for her. His feeling grew and became stronger each day until soon he was at the point where there was no use in trying to deny them any longer for he could not no matter how hard he strived.
Constantly John thought of ways he could tell Sam he loved her. He came up with scenes in his mind of what he would say and what he would do. But every time he actually considered making them reality, he backed out.
But today, today changed everything. He had finally did it. John at last made his move. He asked her out, and then he kissed her. And she kissed him back. Oh, how long he had dreamed of that happening. How long he had imagined his lips touching hers softly and gently. But it all was just a dream. It was all just false hope, false hope he had that she would ever care for him the way he cared for her. His hope was gone. It shattered as he watched his love drive out of his life.
Everything was over now. His life had left him. There was nothing more he could do. It wasn't until that moment that he remembered the letter sitting on the ground. John stared at the letter timidly. He debated whether to open it or not. It sat there taunting him, calling at him. What did the letter have to say? Did he even want to know? Or would he be better off ignoring it?
He bent over and picked it up. It sat in between his fingertips. He lightly traced over his name that Sam had written in a hurry. John closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Her picture appeared in his mind. He gasped in pain and grasped for a breath. He could not breathe. It just hurt too much. He cried out as he felt his pain sweep over his body.
The letter dropped from his hands. He couldn't do it. Not right now. It was just to soon. He could not take any more agony, not yet at least.
Once more John picked up the white envelope, but this time, he placed it in his inside coat pocket. Someday he would read it. That someday was just not today, and was not going to be anytime soon. He needed to know how to live right now. He didn't need any reason more to hold on and longer. John needed to move on.
He walked back to the building, and reached for the door. His hand rested on the doorknob. Before grasping and turning it, he looked back one last time and let out one last sigh. He closed his eyes.
"Goodbye, Sam. I love you, I always will."
With that he opened the door and walked into the building that contained so many memories for him. It was time for him to leave them all behind.
For the first time in hours, he smiled to himself. He would be fine, eventually he would be fine.
Behind him a car screeched and soon he heard a yell, although what it was, he could not make out. He carefully turned around, and what he saw he could not believe.