Another!
Of course Sam loves Emily.
Of course.
Still, he wakes up some mornings with Emily cuddled up beside him and the purple dawn filtering through the windows and he cries. He lets the hot, angry tears trickle out of his eyes, wash over his cheeks and pool up in his ears. They disappear as the heat of his body boils them and turns them into steam, but Sam relishes them far past their demise. It’s the only thing he isn’t ashamed of anymore. They’re his only hope for salvation.
Leah won’t speak to him, except in robotic yes’s and no’s. She won’t listen to his explanations, his apologies, but Sam is sure that if he let her witness those tears, she would understand.
She would understand that he never meant any of this, and if he could, he would do all the things he said he’d do for her.
If any of this were up to him, it would be Leah’s body that he held close to his own, it would be her hand that he held, it would be her eyes that he gazed into and her lips that he kissed. But it’s not his choice. None of it is, was, or ever will be.
The purple light turns to pink, then to orange, and Emily wakes up and smiles at him.
Of course Sam loves her.
Of course.
Of course.
Still, he wakes up some mornings with Emily cuddled up beside him and the purple dawn filtering through the windows and he cries. He lets the hot, angry tears trickle out of his eyes, wash over his cheeks and pool up in his ears. They disappear as the heat of his body boils them and turns them into steam, but Sam relishes them far past their demise. It’s the only thing he isn’t ashamed of anymore. They’re his only hope for salvation.
Leah won’t speak to him, except in robotic yes’s and no’s. She won’t listen to his explanations, his apologies, but Sam is sure that if he let her witness those tears, she would understand.
She would understand that he never meant any of this, and if he could, he would do all the things he said he’d do for her.
If any of this were up to him, it would be Leah’s body that he held close to his own, it would be her hand that he held, it would be her eyes that he gazed into and her lips that he kissed. But it’s not his choice. None of it is, was, or ever will be.
The purple light turns to pink, then to orange, and Emily wakes up and smiles at him.
Of course Sam loves her.
Of course.