Samantha POV:
I hail a cab and shove the box into the back seat, heading for home. I can't believe Jack didn't even seem to care that I was leaving. I guess what we had meant less than I thought.
I unlock my front door, toss the box to the floor and head into the bedroom.
I spend the rest of the evening packing my clothes and other personal possessions that I will need in the next couple of weeks. Then I pack my other possessions for the movers. I have two weeks off before my new job, but I don't want to spend another day in this city. I fall into bed exhausted. Up early the next morning, I clean out the fridge.
Who knows when and if I'll be back? Danny has offered to help schedule the movers and let them in when I'm gone. What would I do without him?
I feel tears burning my eyes at the realization of what's transpiring. All my life I wanted to get away and the one time I don't want to—that thought is interrupted by the doorbell, and I dry my eyes with my sleeve.
"What are you doing here?" I eye Jack and leave the door open, letting him enter.
"I don't want you to go, Sam."
"It's too late."
"I can call Van Doren."
"Jack," I shake my head no. "You're just kidding yourself. So am I," I whisper. I carry the heavy garbage bag of wasted food outside to the dumpster.
"Sam," his voice pleads with me as I make the way up the stairs and inside.
I grab the box and take it with me down to the car. "I have to go."
"Please."
"Please, what? Stay? Why? You have a wife and two children that you love. I don't have anything here for me."
"That's not true."
"It is," I nod with a sigh. "I thought I knew what love was when I moved to New York, but I was wrong. I love you, Jack, but this can't happen. Maria's right; if you want your marriage to work, I can't be a factor in your life."
"Maybe I don't want to stay with her. What if I want you?"
"You're just saying that so I'll stay."
"Sam," he pleads with me as I put the box into the back seat and lean against the car.
"I have to go."
He moves forward, his body against mine as his mouth falls to mine, kissing me for the last time. He traces my lips with his tongue memorizing every small detail because one day he'll wake up and forget.
I feel a tear slide down my cheek and I glance away, wiping it as quickly as it fell.
"Sam," he watches me and I feel my heart breaking. It's officially over. There's no going back. I would be starting a new life somewhere—alone.
No one could hear the silent goodbye between us, yet it felt as though everyone was listening. I slipped inside my car and headed for the highway, leaving Jack outside, alone, with tears in his eyes.
I hail a cab and shove the box into the back seat, heading for home. I can't believe Jack didn't even seem to care that I was leaving. I guess what we had meant less than I thought.
I unlock my front door, toss the box to the floor and head into the bedroom.
I spend the rest of the evening packing my clothes and other personal possessions that I will need in the next couple of weeks. Then I pack my other possessions for the movers. I have two weeks off before my new job, but I don't want to spend another day in this city. I fall into bed exhausted. Up early the next morning, I clean out the fridge.
Who knows when and if I'll be back? Danny has offered to help schedule the movers and let them in when I'm gone. What would I do without him?
I feel tears burning my eyes at the realization of what's transpiring. All my life I wanted to get away and the one time I don't want to—that thought is interrupted by the doorbell, and I dry my eyes with my sleeve.
"What are you doing here?" I eye Jack and leave the door open, letting him enter.
"I don't want you to go, Sam."
"It's too late."
"I can call Van Doren."
"Jack," I shake my head no. "You're just kidding yourself. So am I," I whisper. I carry the heavy garbage bag of wasted food outside to the dumpster.
"Sam," his voice pleads with me as I make the way up the stairs and inside.
I grab the box and take it with me down to the car. "I have to go."
"Please."
"Please, what? Stay? Why? You have a wife and two children that you love. I don't have anything here for me."
"That's not true."
"It is," I nod with a sigh. "I thought I knew what love was when I moved to New York, but I was wrong. I love you, Jack, but this can't happen. Maria's right; if you want your marriage to work, I can't be a factor in your life."
"Maybe I don't want to stay with her. What if I want you?"
"You're just saying that so I'll stay."
"Sam," he pleads with me as I put the box into the back seat and lean against the car.
"I have to go."
He moves forward, his body against mine as his mouth falls to mine, kissing me for the last time. He traces my lips with his tongue memorizing every small detail because one day he'll wake up and forget.
I feel a tear slide down my cheek and I glance away, wiping it as quickly as it fell.
"Sam," he watches me and I feel my heart breaking. It's officially over. There's no going back. I would be starting a new life somewhere—alone.
No one could hear the silent goodbye between us, yet it felt as though everyone was listening. I slipped inside my car and headed for the highway, leaving Jack outside, alone, with tears in his eyes.