Two months.
It had been two months since he had that wretched dream and that wretched phone call from that wretched girl. And yet- it was still on his mind nearly every waking moment. He'd find himself asking pathetic, hopeful questions like, "What if it meant something?" Quickly followed by a "Goddammit why do I care so much?" It was all coming to a head- he knew that if he didn't return her call soon he would literally drive himself insane (if it wasn't too late for that already). What was really eating him was the fact that she hadn't called again. Just one call, no explanation. She gave up after one try- as fucking usual. The thought made him so furious, it made him wish she was a stranger, that they'd never even met.
With thoughts racing in and out of his head, as he paced back and forth, he didn't even notice the bedroom window open slowly behind him. He looked absolutely out of his mind, talking to himself and pacing the floor as he did. It wasn't until the chill of the Seattle night that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, did he turn around to see her smug face.
Suddenly he was weak and had nothing to say. He hated when she did this- showing up completely unannounced and making him look like and idiot when he was completely unprepared to speak to her.
"You should really get a lock on that window." She looked very satisfied with herself.
Freddie said nothing as he sat down and buried his face into his hands. He looked weathered with emotion, unable to process. Sam tilted her head to the side in confusion. She thought he would be happy she was here, finally. Not just the ghost of her voice on the phone, but she was actually here. She was expecting him to be upset, but not like this- he looked like he was in pain. Her face turned white as a sheet when she saw a lone tear drip down his fingers and onto his wrist. It was clear she didn't know what to say- she had never seen him like this. This had to be another dream. She can't just keep ghosting in and out of his life like this- if he was going to have her, he was going to have her.
He finally spoke, "I'm not pretending this okay anymore, Sam. It's not okay that you leave whenever you want to without saying goodbye. I know you want to live the adventurous life you've always had in mind, and I can't stop you- but I don't want to be part of this anymore. It's tearing me to shreds." She listened closely to what he said and then took a deep breath.
"I'm here now." She said. His face flushed with anger and he quickly stood up.
"That's not enough! Don't you understand that you're it for me, Sam? No one else- just you."
He was very close to her now, gripping her arms as he spoke without realizing it. He could see the wheels in her head turning as she studied his face.
"I guess you're it for me too."
