𝕊𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ♡

I dont think i love you anymore

Sam tries telling Katrina he's not ready.

It doesn't go as planned

Mentions of dissociation
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"Katrina I'm so sorry I just can't-" slap! The sound echos in sams ears as his head whips to the side. His eyes blown wide with shock.

Kat shakes as she grits her teeth. Her eyes boring into Sam's turned head as she spits the first thing that comes to mind

"I hate you"

Something must of been wrong wrong wrong for Sam not to usher her close again. To not apologize and try to make this a clean break.

Instead he stands frozen. His pupils dilating as his mind goes grey.

Sam thinks he might of gasped as she shoves him away from her. His body loose as it goes willingly.
He tries to stop himself from falling but his brain is like putty and the more he tries to fight back the deeper he sinks.

He falls to the floor with harsh scrapes. His hands digging into the concrete. Sam knows for certain now that something is very wrong. He sees his hands lift from the ground and into his line of vision.

He can see the blood and harsh redness that stains his palms. Can see the dirt and debris left open on his fresh wounds yet-

"Katrina I-" his mouth is like cotton as he tries to get his words out. "Katrina I can't- I can't feel anything" the words are spoken but not in a voice Sam is familiar with.

No his voice is always happy. Always filled with joy. This couldn't possibly be his voice. Couldn't possibly be his body if he can't feel it.

Katrina's brows furrow as she looks at Sam. Her anger only intensifying as she takes sams words out of context.

"So what? You don't have feelings for me anymore! You dumped me because you can't fucking feel is that it?!"

Sam blinks as he looks up at her. His eyes glazed over in a way that makes kat scoff. Sam tries to deny the claims. To deny that any of that's true. He does still have feelings for her. He always has. He's just not ready for something more yet and she couldn't handle that.

Sam can feel the way his mouth opens only for his words to get trapped somewhere far in his vocal cords. His head a buzzing mess as he slowly drifts in and out of whatever wrong wrong wrong not feeling he's feeling.

He tries to get up. To move his body. To force away the fogginess clouding his mind but before he can do so he's pushed further down.

Crack!  Sam blinks as his vision is now towards the night sky. There's a distant throb in the back of his head. A distant feeling of dread pooling over him as he tries to figure out what just happened.

His body is almost moving in slow motion. His mouth full of cotton and his ears a ringing mess. He can distinctly hear a loud groan from somewhere in the distance. He can't tell if it was his or not

Kat yells as Sam makes no move to get up from his shove on the concrete. She takes Sams non verbal reply as confirmation that she was correct. That Sam lost feelings for her all this time. After everything they've been through.

"Your nothing you got that! Nothing! I can't believe I wasted my time on someone like you-"

Nothing. Sams head floats in that word. He's nothing?

He thinks he may be crying. Thinks he may be moving but he can't tell. He can't feel it, can't feel what's wrong only that something is very very wrong.

He doesn't want to feel wrong. He doesn't want Katrina to be upset with him. He doesn't want this.

Sam claws at the fogginess in his brain until something snaps.