DONE
Sam stood silently in the doorway, watching Ron move his things from their shared bedroom. She loved him, he l o v e d her, but their relationship was too toxic.
"Ron," She whispered hoarsely. He couldn't hear her, his heart was silent to her cries of pain.
"Ron!" Sam spoke up, tearing falling down her heavily tanned cheeks.
"I can't," He cried, his back still facing her, "I love you Sam, but I can't."
She kept waiting for the moment when he would turn around, she would rush into his arms, and all would be forgotten. But not this time. She loved him, but she couldn't do this anymore. She remembered Miami, he remembered Jersey. Random skanks, Arvin, arguments. Everything was ruined because of mistakes made, promises broken, and tears shed.
Sam looked down at the ring Ron had given her only a day earlier. It wasn't an wedding ring, it was a promise ring. A promise that they would always be together, no more fights. Less than a day later, this. Sam was broken, Ron would heal, but she wouldn't. She had only one problem. And maybe it wasn't the problem that everyone thought it was. Sam's only problem? She loved too much.
She's broken.