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Green eyes glinted with sorrowful yearning in Sam's direction. A face of an angelic gem that was formally so innocent.
Professes of sorry's shoot her way, in the blonde girl's vulnerable state. Almost as if this was perfectly planned. Calculated. As always.
She stops herself from pacing back and forth, pausing each subtle movement to think of a reasonable response. The girl settles down.
Time has dragged on and on and on from that night on the mountain. Not only days, but months along with it. Replaying in Sam's brain, on a loop and his words in her head like a mantra.
And he is here now.
At the worst time. Why couldn't he give her more space to reflect and think?
Yes, it has been months. But did he really have to come see her, unannounced? Especially after all of the damage he had put not only her, but her friends in as well?
She should've known he would be like this, but instead Sam held on. Held on to the possibility of her being able to forget and forgive this godforsaken mess. She knew what this would turn out to be, nonetheless.
Stupid girl.
Thinking she could forgive the boy she has had this deep connection with for years, to sweep her off her feet and not be able to recall the following months.
This would only ever occur in Sam's deepest dreams. Her most profound wants.
Heaving her head up from the fixation upon the floor, Sam looked into those notable green eyes again. They were why she was so naive in the first place.
Those eyes. She never really had the opportunity to resist them, did she?
The more her indigos stared into his sages, the more her dreams began crumbling down. One section, one brick at a time. Any ethereal endings between the pair of them seemed non existent. They were too far gone.
Sam has changed since she has met this boy when she was eleven years old. She knows her innocence is past the point of no return. She knows he in the contributor in that factor. And she knows he is no longer her prince charming that would initiate her fairytale and happy endings.
Baffled she ever fantasized about that in the beginning, or up until he detached that mask from his face. Shattering any trust she had in him.
The girl was placed on her bench outside of her apartment, her former figure of heart stopping infatuation, lowers himself to her knees. A sign of vulnerability and regret and repentant.
"I wish I could go back in time to change every thing. I wish I never hurt you like I did. I was just so hurt, you need to understand. I don't want it to end like this."
Sam wishes it could go that way too. That is what this boy will never comprehend. She would do anything at all for him, would've done all for him that is. Didn't she tell express she was there for him through thick and thin after the fate of his sisters? Didn't she arrive at his doorstep at any given chance to make sure he was taking his medication and had him swear to her he wouldn't go off of them. That it would be extremely detrimental to do so.
A diagnosis for depression and schizophrenia. He was diagnosed two years before his sisters had died. He inevitably struggled, the events of February 2nd, 2014 was only the breaking point that nobody had noticed. She had blamed herself for a prolonged period of time. Even though his sickness became a part of him, Sam didn't care. He loved him no matter what. Sam didn't need to question to herself when that love and nurturing turned to avoidance and denial.
Sam knew he was sick. But she thought he understood. She thought he acknowledged that she would've went to hell and back for him. She guessed her support and a shoulder to rest upon wasn't decent enough for this boy.
"It's too late, Josh."
How did she know that he wouldn't do something as calculated and cruel as he had done those fateful months ago? A horrific night of torture, to not only Sam, but all of his best friends that had been nothing but a defender for him.
"It was only a prank."
Josh's words poured out, his only defense against the affliction he had followed through with. Only a prank. Only a prank? The aqua-eyed girl looked into the green and the revolution arrived. It was far more convincing then a pining man at her feet. Sam was done. She was tired. If the boy she had formally adored couldn't take responsibility, she knew they couldn't be in proximity of one another. Sam knew her self-worth. Although, she also acknowledged she would miss his gem's that would pull her in at any given moment.
"It's time for you to leave. Please, just go."
Sam made a promise to herself she wouldn't cry about him again. This girl was sharp, but even she was fooling herself to think that had been faithful.
She hoped this would be the finishing pang she'd had to experience from him. He lifted himself, and emerald separated from sapphire.