Mixtapes & Polaroids | Sam x Deena

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Heartbreak is the most flexible emotion.

Heartbreak is a million layers, all pressed into one. Heartbreak is a leak in an impossibly large ship, slowly letting the infinite ocean into the only place it shouldn't be. Heartbreak can come from anyone, anywhere. It's never a singular notion, it's a plethora of carefully honed blades that cut deeper than you could have ever imaged, damaging everything in its path.

The destruction can sometimes be beautiful, though. The start of reformation, the agony, the spillage of blood and desperation, it's a very human sight. Messy, scrambling, ever so real. Deena is no stranger to such human things, no stranger to chaos and misfortune, if you'd ask her she'd say— without skipping a beat— that misfortune was forged into her bones. She is bound for it, made by it, she lives for it. She was never truly afraid of it.

Well, until now.

Until Sam, until she found that falling in love meant completely letting go of all logic, that falling in love meant letting the water in and smiling as it drags you to the ocean floor because even though you're drowning, the way the water wraps around every inch of you feels like a never ending embrace. Deena found that love, falling in love, is the biggest weakness anyone could have.

"Deena!" Kate's voice rises from the crowd, right as Deena's hand meets the cold metal of the knob.

Deena barely hears it, she's too lost in the headache and haze and her longing for Sam to ever notice the way Kate was wading through the crowd like her life depended on it. She's pushing past people, huffing and shoving, and right as the door clicks open Kate catches Deena by the arm right as celebration erupts, and midnight falls.

"What the—" is all that leaves Deena's mouth as she's violently yanked back, her grasp slipping from the knob as she spins around amidst the commotion to lock eyes with a desperate Kate.

"I found Sam." Kate blurts out, loud enough for Deena to hear as everyone around them pulls in to kiss whoever they had their hands on.

"Oh, we missed midnight." Deena's face falls slightly, a small frown on her lips as Kate begins to lead her back towards the stairs. Deena's too tipsy to notice how Kate is actively avoiding her gaze, and holding onto her for dear life.

"She's downstairs by the kitchen. She's looking for you. Go." Kate urges as they reach the top of the stairs, Deena instinctively taking a step down before realizing Kate stood still, and let go.

"Aren't you coming?" She asks, looking up at Kate. She misses Kate so much, or at least she's too consumed by her winded emotions to realize Kate looked... pained.

"To watch you make out? Gross. Go, fly my lovebirds." Kate waves her off, unmoving from her spot. There's a shallowness to her tone, masked and feigned, like Deena was talking to nothing.

No one real.

When Deena eventually obliges, Kate watches her disappear into the crowd. Once out of sight, she turns on her heel and heads straight for the door, the door that was— coincidentally being pulled open by none other than a very distressed looking Sam. Kate stills for a moment as they lock eyes, right before her gaze travels to Anna who stood not too far behind the blonde.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Kate says through a very sharp breath, both girls seemingly turning to stone under her burning gaze.

"It's not—" Is all Sam can mutter before Kate takes a step— a leap forward, grabbing her by her top and pulling her back inside the room she once tried to escape.

"Get out." Kate turns to Anna, tone colder than the blood running through Sam's veins as she watches it all unfold.

"Kate I—" Anna looks terrified, the first real emotion Kate has seen in her eyes that wasn't anger. If she wasn't fuming, she'd find it fascinating to see Anna afraid.