*Sam's P.O.V*
I'm lying here, sprawled across my bed, the chaos of twisted sheets beneath me. The silence of my room seems to be the only thing that gets my pain, with walls that feel like they're trying to soak up my sorrow.
It's been days since that talk with Eli, days that morphed into an endless loop of his final, crushing words: "Well, I don't love you. Not anymore."
Those words stick to me, heavy and suffocating, a cruel shroud over my skin.
Life keeps moving outside my door, but here inside, time's frozen since my heartbreak. My family, they try. They come in, their voices a soft buzz trying to break through the silence I've wrapped myself in.
They sit, they talk, they reach out. But me? I just stay here, staring at the ceiling, pretending it might hold an answer in its cracks and shadows.
Their stories try to light up the dark, yet I stay silent, a statue in a garden of despair.
The hurt—it's like I'm drowning in it, letting it fill me up, snuffing out the tiny flame of hope I used to have.
I don't fight against the tide; I don't swim for the surface. I just let myself sink deeper into this bed, my heart a shattered mess, my spirit just a wisp of the love that used to be so alive inside me.
Devastated doesn't even scratch the surface; I'm adrift in an ocean of heartache, and there's no land in sight.
And while I'm alone in my room, the quiet around me is deafening, the stillness of the room a stark contrast to the turmoil within.
Memories of Okinawa come unbidden, a relentless tide that erodes the fragile shores of my self-forgiveness. I cheated on Eli, a truth that sits like a boulder in my stomach, heavy with regret.
It's a mistake that haunts me, a ghost that whispers 'you deserve this' with every pang of heartache I feel.
I try to hold on to the good times, the laughter and the love, but they slip through my fingers like sand, leaving only the jagged edges of my betrayal.
The pain I caused Eli, the trust I shattered—it all weighs on me, a crushing guilt that makes me wonder if this heartache is my penance. I know I made a mistake, but knowing doesn't ease the burden.
The room feels colder as I wrap my arms around myself, a feeble attempt at comfort.
I'm searching for absolution in the echoes of my own thoughts, but forgiveness seems as distant as the miles I crossed to make that fateful error.
I'm left wondering if I'm as broken as the promises I failed to keep, if the hurt I gave Eli is now my own to bear, a cycle of pain that I've woven with my own hands.
My thoughts were then interrupted as my bedroom door opened. There was my dad.
"Hey, Sam. You have a visit." He said as he looked at me with soft eyes.
I didn't say a word, didn't even look at him. I kept staring at the ceiling as if it would talk for me. But we all know that would be impossible.
"Do you want me to just let them in?" He asked.
I sighed, making him think that was my way of saying yes without actually saying yes.
My dad sighed before I heard him say, "She might not talk but you can try."
I have a feeling that my dad left but the person who came to pay a visit entered my room. And I could tell who it was. I could see from the corner of my eye.
It was Miguel.
"Hey, Sam." He greeted me. "How are you?"
Can't he see how I am? I look like I got hit with a sledgehammer. My heart is broken into a million pieces.
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