He'd never been in love before, he'd loved lots of people just never been in love. Sam was the closest thing, Sam was his person, the person he'd run to about trouble or just to talk.
He wouldn't say he was in love with Sam but he loved him as much as he was capable of loving someone. Making stupid vines made him feel on top of the world, the normal anxiety disappearing in a second.
That's why it hurts, when you can't love that person anymore, you just loved them
Maybe in another life you can love them again.
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100 Words | 100 prompts
FanfictionJust a place to put all of my Solby 100 drabbled prompts from tumblr.
