word count: 35,000+ slow burn.
Seven years ago, Sam pointed to the moon. What followed was France, A Firefighter, London, A Balcony, and a townhouse with peach-coloured walls and an upstairs kitchen.
Lyla didn't expect to ever see "someone" Kiszka a...
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I fell asleep that night at around 3 AM. The next morning I woke up to an empty bed. I wanted Sam next to me, and a part of me wanted Jean next to me. I rolled over and checked my phone. It was 10:30. My eyelids were heavy and my legs were sore from the walking and fucking. Jean and Michael hadn't reached out to me. The only message I had was from Sam.
Meet me at The Liberty Bounds, 12pm.
I smiled to myself then rolled back over. He didn't regret it. Did I?
I just decided to shake that thought off. Sam sent that message 3 hours ago. Meaning he has been awake for a while. I wondered what time he fell asleep, after going downstairs after his post-sex shower and pretending to Danny that he hadn't just fucked me like he had fantasised about for 7 years. Or did he go back to the hotel with Josh and Jake? I went downstairs to check if he was there and he wasn't. It seemed I was completely alone.
Sam's shirt was still on my floor. I picked it up and put it on. Then I slipped a pair of underwear on and left my room to indulge in some pasta that Amelia had made the night before. Was she in the kitchen while Sam and I were having sex?
I reheated the pasta and took it into my room, then I threw on a skirt and jumper because it seemed to be an overcast summer day. The pasta was obviously delicious, there didn't seem to be anything Amelia couldn't do.
As I was stuffing my mouth with her pasta, I got a phone call from her.
-Hello?- I said with a mouthful of pasta.
-You had sex with Sam.- She plainly stated down the phone. She was bound to know.
I didn't reply, I just said -um.-
-Everyone heard Lyla. Everyone heard.-
All I could let out was another -um.- She started laughing.
-No more Jean?- She said after a few seconds of awkward silence.
-No more Jean.- I said. I could feel her smile even though I couldn't see her.
-I think you made the right choice.- She said in her reassuring voice. Then we exchanged a quick bye as she was at work and had to go.
I decided to make myself look nice for what Sam had planned for us. I was expecting just a nice chat over some mid-day beers.
When I looked in the mirror I realized that my hair and face was a mess, breakups can change your physical appearance. My hair was greasy and untamed and I had broken out around my forehead. I had puffy eyes with bags underneath. It looked like I hadn't slept in days. I mentally felt that too.
reality hit me a little when I was looking in the mirror, I had to sit at the end of my bed and sigh. I knew I couldn't ignore the emotions I felt about this. Nothing could change the way I felt about Sam though.
Sam was my wake up. my savior from jean. He was a new face, a new feeling. I was so ready to be for him. although I didn't know what the future may hold. There's no way I won't miss Jean eventually. I need to get over him before I can be with sam. It goes without saying. If I can't get through this alone, I won't be able to get through it at all.
