"Samantha," her guidance counselor said one afternoon, after calling the third meeting between them in less than a week. "I'm seeing you almost every day. Either you need to fix things between you and David, or you need to move on. You can't live in the past, Samantha." Sam nodded. She had to fix things, because there was no way she could move on.
After school, she called David's cell phone. "What?" he answered sharply, sounding pained.
"Hi." she said, a beat too late.
"Sam, what do you want?" he demanded.
"A second chance." she whispered, tears clouding her eyes. David responded by hanging up.
Fifteen minutes later, Lucy dropped Sam off at the White House. "Nice to see you, Miss Madison." the guard smiled as he let her through the gate.
John, David's bodyguard met her at the door. The guard at the gate had informed him of her arrival. John led her upstairs to David's suite. She knocked on his door, and he called for her to enter.
David looked annoyed as she approached him and sat on the end of his bed. John took the hint and left, closing the door behind him.
"Why did you come?" David asked exhaustedly, closing his eyes. He didn't want to look at her. It pained him much more than his body ever could.
"I came because I love you." she looked at his face, pained at how stony it looked. "I know that you don't believe me," she continued, "but I mean it. I love you, David, and I won't leave this spot until you believe me." Something Sam had said hit home with David, because he began crying.
"I love you too, Sam." he said through his tears. "I love you so much." He sat up, wincing in pain.
"Hey, not so fast! Lie back down before you hurt yourself." Sam ordered.
"Make me." he said softly, tugging at Sam's sleeve until she was lying down next to him on the double bed. Then, he pulled her close and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
Sam and David stayed that way for a while, side by side, trading stories about everything they'd seen and done while apart.
After four hours, Sam sat up. "I should go." she whispered. "You need your rest."
"I need you." he smiled.
In the following weeks, David made such a quick recovery that his doctors marveled at his health. "I can't explain why you're so much better, David." his doctor chuckled. "What made you better, and can I market it?"
David laughed. "You're more than welcome to, Doc, if you can figure out how to bottle love."
Sam and David graduated high school two short years later, and enrolled in the same art school. They graduated top of their class, and eventually married. Their wedding was soon followed by twins, 9 months later. They lived happily ever after, no strings attatched.