xii. Grey (spelled incorrectly because it's prettier that way!)
Sam looked at the clock. 9:57. Should he call her? Now? It was incredibly late. But they hadn't been on speaking terms lately. Not since the argument. And he was sure it was time to make amends. After all…he did really care for her. Just things being blown out of proportion. He lifted the phone and dialed her number. He heard it ring, felt the familiar anxiety in his bones. A click as the phone was picked up. "Hello?" A man's voice. He felt his breaths shorten, felt his heartbeat quicken. Felt his heart break. He wanted to kill him.