Chasing Love (𝐆𝐱𝐆) [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 1]

The Art of Healing

Previously,

"Thank you for the cake."

Mon looks up to see Sam watching her. A silent acknowledgement passes between them. The scene fades away with Mon holding the note, a small victory in her quest to reach Sam. Their connection grows, woven by unseen threads of understanding and shared moments. Mon is hopeful, but Sam's walls are still high.

Back at present, during Art Class,

The art room hummed with the soft rustle of paintbrushes and the occasional tap-tap of pencil against paper. Mon and Sam worked side by side, their movements synchronized as they lost themselves in the creative process.

Mon stole glances at Sam whenever she could, her heart swelling with admiration for the girl who seemed to carry the world's weight on her shoulders. There was a quiet strength in Sam's demeanour, a resilience that Mon couldn't help but admire.

Finally, as the bell rang, signalling the end of class, Mon hesitated before gathering her things. She glanced at Sam, who seemed lost in thought, her fingers tracing patterns in the spilt paint on the table.

"Hey," Mon said softly, breaking the silence between them.

Sam looked up, startled, her eyes meeting Mon's for the briefest of moments before she looked away again.

"Do you want to... stay behind for a bit?" Mon asked tentatively.

Sam hesitated, her gaze flickering uncertainly between Mon and the door. But then, with a small nod, she settled back into her seat, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

They sat in silence for a while, the air heavy with unspoken words. Mon glanced at Sam, her heart aching for the girl who seemed to be carrying so much pain.

Mon glanced at her nervousness and then looked up at Sam. "Sam, can I ask you something?"  

Sam looks up, her eyes guarded, "What?" 

"Why do you keep people at a distance? What happened to make you so... I mean closed off?"  Sam's jaw tightens, as she shifts uncomfortably in her chair. "You wouldn't understand."

Mon leans forward, and her gentle voice utters, "Try me. Maybe I've been through more than you think.". Sam's gaze narrows, assessing Mon. She hesitates, then speaks.

"My family, my grandmother, specifically, she's strict. Traditional. She doesn't believe in love, especially not between two girls. She thinks its unnatural. So, I learned early on to hide who I am. To build walls."

Mon's heart aches for Sam. She reaches across the table, her fingers brushing Sam's but Sam pulls away, her expression conflicted.

"Mon, you don't know what it's like. To be rejected, to feel like you're wrong just for being yourself."

A soft voice speaks up, "Maybe I do. My best friend left me when she found a girlfriend. I struggled too, Sam. But I learned shutting down people doesn't protect you rather isolates you."  

Sam's eyes flicker with vulnerability. She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it. "I can't afford to get hurt again."

"Maybe, you can't afford not to take a chance. Tell me about your past, Sam. Let me in" Mon sits next to her, eyes full of washed emotions.

 Sam spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never asked for any of this," she confessed, her eyes fixed on the ground.

Mon reached out, placing a comforting hand on Sam's arm. "I know," she said softly. "But you don't have to face it alone."

Sam looked up, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I feel like... like I'm drowning," she admitted, her voice breaking.

Mon squeezed Sam's hand, offering what little comfort she could. "I'm here," she said simply. 

"For as long as you need me." For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of their shared pain hanging heavy in the air. But then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, Sam leaned into Mon's touch, her walls crumbling in the face of Mon's unwavering support. And in that moment, they found solace in each other's company, their shared pain forging a bond that transcended words.

As the sun set outside the art room window, casting long shadows across the floor, Mon and Sam shared a moment of connection, a glimmer of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.

"I've never met anyone like you, Mon. Someone who wouldn't give up on me."

"I won't leave you, Sam. Not like they did.

Sam's wall cracks even further. She leans her head on Mon's shoulder, and for the first time, Mon feels the warmth of Sam's vulnerability. But just as they began to let their guards down, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the moment, reminding them of the reality waiting just beyond the door.

Stay tuned for the next chapter, where secrets will unravel, and hearts will tangle even further. The story continues. 🌸❤️

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