Slowly tears began to fall down her cheeks, Sam tired not to think how ironic it all was. She'd finallyplucked up the courageto tell himthat she loved him, and now he ''had moved on", he was gone. She wanted to be angry with him, it would be much easier to hate him, but she just couldn't. She slowly walked home in the rain; she started to shiver as she turned into her road. She looked at her house and saw the lights on, Stuart was still there. Samantha opened the door to find Stuart packing, he watched her walk into the hallway but returned to his bag as she took her coat off
''Do you have to go?'' She croaked the last word, her eyes stinging as she tried to wipe the last of tears away
"Its what you wanted, you have Phil now" he replied
''But Phil doesn't love me anymore" she felt her heart breaking even more as she said the words. Stuart looked up
"So is that all I am! Second best!" he shouted, Sam looked away, truthfully, yes, that's all he was second best, and he knew he would always would be. She gently placed her hand on his arm, but he brushed it away ''"I don't even wanna see you any more" he snapped nastily
"Please, I made a mistake" she begged. Stuart just stood and looked at her, she was a mess
''You really are pathetic!" he looked her up and down once before opening the door "sort yourself out" he laughed before slamming the door behind him. Sam couldn't control the tears that were now flowing freely down her face. She was unlovable; because of her stupid stubborn streak she had lost Phil. And now she had lost Stuart, he was fun to start with but he wanted more from the relationship than she did, she had to admit to herself that she never truly loved him, not like she loved Phil. She looked at herself in the mirror, she was a mess, Stuart was right she needed to sort herself out…
