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Epilogue: Tell Me Why

Three months later.

Sam's apartment in San Francisco seemed smaller somehow. Maybe it was because of how big Ashley's loft was.

It felt a lot different being here now that I had been living in LA for the past three months.

I thought it would be hard coming back here, but since Sam wasn't home, it was a lot easier.

I know what you're thinking: I'm a coward for coming at a time that Sam wouldn't be here, but it would be too difficult to face her. And I needed to get the rest of my stuff.

Ashley was currently downstairs in her car, waiting for me to come back down. She offered to come up and help, but since I didn't have much left, I denied.

I also needed to come back here on my own.

As I walked out of my old bedroom with a box full of the rest of my things, the door opened and in walked Sam.

Shit.

"Spencer?" She looked at me with some hope, and then noticed the box in my hand. Her face fell. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to come here and get the rest of my stuff."

She nodded. "You could have called me."

I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.

"Instead of sneaking here when you thought I was going to be gone."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I just thought it would be easier. For the both of us."

She nodded again. "I'm moving out of here soon, you know."

I scrunched my eyebrows. "Why? You love this apartment."

"Yeah, I do," She sighed and lightly touched one of the walls. "Too many memories though."

I didn't have a response to that.

She took a deep breath. "Is she here?"

"She's downstairs. In the car."

Sam nodded. "Can I ask you something, Spencer?" She walked to the kitchen area of the apartment, and put her hands on the counter, not looking at me.

I set the box down on the floor and sighed. I so didn't want this conversation to happen, but I guess it was inevitable.

"Yeah, of course." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What does she have that I don't?" She sounded so small, and it hurt me to hear her like this.

"Honestly?" I let out a small, short laugh. "Nothing. It's me. It's not that she's a better person than you, it's me. It's the fact that I fell in love with her before I met you, and I guess…" I shrugged once. "once I saw her again it was all going to come back to me, without me even knowing." I walked closer to her, and continued talking. This was my chance to make things right. "I wish things could have been different, Sam. I really do. Because no matter what happened with Ashley, I did end up meeting you. And I did fall for you. I mean, I-I do love you, Sam. Just not the way you probably want me too. And I hate that I had hurt you."

She finally looked up at me then.

Her green eyes were flooded with tears. She swallowed. "You have no idea how much I love you."

I took a deep shaky breath to hold back my own tears.

"She hurt you, Spencer. You told me how much she hurt you. And I just-" She stopped talking and swallowed again to hold back her sobs. "I just can't understand how you can be with her after that. Especially after being with me for a whole year. I didn't hurt you once. And I would never hurt you. Never."

"I know you wouldn't have, Sam."

"Then why are you with her?"

I picked up the box on the floor, and started towards the door.

"Spencer? No, don't leave. We aren't done."

I stopped in the open doorway. "No, we are done. How I feel about Ashley is not something I expect you to understand. Someday, you're going to find a girl, a much better girl than me, who you'll love, and will love you back. The way you need them too. And you're going to happy. I promise. Because any girl would be lucky to have you."

She closed her eyes.

As I closed the door I said, "Goodbye, Samantha."

"You okay?" Ashley asked as I walked towards her and her car. She was leaning against it.

She grabbed the box from me, and set it on the sidewalk. "Spencer?" She put her hands on my arms.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"She's there isn't she?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, I thought I saw her walk up. Thank God she didn't see me in the car." Ashley laughed.

Her laugh instantly made me feel better.

She leant down and picked up the box. She put it in the car, and then grabbed one of my hands.

"You ready?" She asked.

"Yeah." I nodded.

We got into her car and started our journey back to LA.

As we pulled away I took one last look at my old home. My old life.

Then, I turned my head the other way and looked at my new life. It was a much better view.

Bailey jumped on me as soon as I stepped through the door.

But, once she noticed Spencer was behind me, I was forgotten.

I swear, that dog loves Spencer more than anything. She and I have that in common.

"That dog is such a pain in the ass, Ash." Kyla walked toward us holding a chewed up heel of hers.

"Uhh… she got to one of your shoes again, huh?" I think it was pure coincidence that Bailey only chewed on Kyla's shoes.

Spencer giggled behind me as she pet Bailey.

"Yeah, she did. She's out to get me!"

"Oh come on, Kyla, you're overreacting."

"Whatever. I'm going to Aiden's."

Her and him were official again if you're wondering. Fucking finally.

"Okay, hey you and him are going to Glen's later right?"

"Of course. I wouldn't miss our triple date for the world." Glen and Madison we're speaking again also. They weren't official yet, but it was going to happen soon. I could feel it.

Aiden, Glen, and I had finally grown up. It felt good.

"You know we're just having beers and pizza right?"

She rolled her eyes then left.

I went to the kitchen, and opened the fridge. "Do you want some coffee, Spence?" I called out.

"Yes, please!"

A couple minutes later, I walked into the living room, and sat next to my lovely girlfriend and dog on the couch.

Bailey was curled into Spencer, sleeping comfortably. It was adorable.

"Here you go." I handed Spencer the mug.

"Thanks." She smiled.

We sat in a comfortable smile for awhile then I spoke. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm more than okay. I promise."

"Alright."

"Ash?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

I smiled. "I love you too."