Tiger Eye - Sam (Stardew Valley)

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Spring 11

Sam sat at his desk, scribbling notes like crazy. It was 10am, when he should have been at work, but a stroke of luck has Robin fixing the back dock, meaning Sam has a free (paid) vacation.

He'd recently taught himself to properly write sheet music, and he'd become an addict. It was as if he had songs stored in the back of his head, and now that he had a comprehensible way to write it, they all poured out of him.

He felt like a machine, going from jotting ideas, to then grabbing his guitar, figuring out a melody. He was in a flow state, an unstoppable force, until...

The thudding. The steady, bump, bump, bump, against his and Seb's shared wall.

Sam went limp in his chair, groaning in annoyance. He knew moving in with Seb meant Abby would be there. He knew there was the chance he'd hear something eventually, figuring they would laugh about it. What he didn't expect, however, was a daily interruption, at any hour, for a variety of time, for his bed to pound against the shared wall, making Sam a constant and unwilling witness of their 'love'.

His head fell against the desk, bump, bump, bump.

He reached for his headphones, quickly plugging them into his computer, but the bump, bump, bump vibrated through the floor, echoing in his soul.

"Yoba, it's 10 in the morning! Shut up!" He yelled, his irritation in his voice as he covered his ears.

It paused for a second, before he heard the murmur of their giggling, obviously making fun of Sam. He rolled his eyes, a slight relief at the pause.

He picked his pen back up, but as soon as it met the paper,

bump... bump... bump...

"For fucks sake, his mom's a carpenter, she couldn't have built him a sturdier bed?" Sam grumbled, grabbing his notebook and guitar, moving towards the front door and slamming it shut, a very clear message.

He huffed outside for a moment, knowing that if he didn't leave quickly, he'd hear a lot more than he ever wanted to.

Sam hurried down the steps that lead into the back corner of the library, rushing towards the front door. He didn't want to lose the flow he'd been in, he wanted to reignite it before it was lost.

He walked down the road, stopping under a tree far enough that no one would find him.

The biggest difference between him now, and him of the past, is his ability to be alone. 

He'd never been a fan of it before, because he would think. He'd feel things, he'd slip into anger so easily, as there was no one to stop him or distract him.

He cleared his throat, pulling his guitar into his lap.

"Every God has a Priest, their deepest devotee,

But she's got me, worshiping the ground beneath her feet.

If sinning is the only way to find her,

leave any good deed in darkness.

I'll spend my life worshiping,

Begging, basking in my blindness.

God I don't wanna be set free.

Send me to hell, an eternity of suffering, just to have her see me.

Oh, the things I would do, God, to have a second alone with you.

Worthy, just to be worthy of you, I-"