Sam.
She's staring out the window.
Her eyes are stained red.
I can't believe she agreed.
I can't believe she's here.
Sitting with me.
The car stops.
We both get out of the car.
She wobbles.
I reach out to steady her.
She turns away.
"You wanted to talk, right?" She says, eyes burning.
"Talk."
And so, I do.
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Emails
Teen FictionAfter the falling out of a relationship between Sam and Liv, both have gone their separate ways. While Liv is trying to forget what happened, Sam is constantly drafting emails that either are too insensitive, or too pathetic. Emails are piling up in...
