Author's note: Hi. How are you. So I just started school-Boooo- but if you are even a bit worried about me slacking off on chapters don't be. Cause it'll still be getting updated. So again if you like this book don't worry it's still going to be updated. Bye!✌️
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Charlotte's POV:
Coming to Sam's house to just cry and pass out wasn't really the plan. I was going to move his body, maybe bury it. But it wasn't there. Which is pretty strange because normally corpses don't just get up and walk away. Maybe his brother, Don, moved him.
I am kind of glad that his body wasn't there, I really didn't want to look at him like that. One day I'll get over him, but that day was not today. Or tomorrow probably. Or the day after that. Or-or I began to cry again. I kept my eyes closed as the tears streamed down my face.
Something stroked my hair- a gesture that usually helps me to calm down- and wiped away my fallen tears. I settled down, but then quickly opened my eyes. What the...I wasn't on the floor anymore. I was on Sam's bed. And laying on someone's chest. But-but I don't sense any human present.
I looked behind me. A man lay there with dark brown hair and grey-ish eyes. He was muscular and seemingly tall. He had a smiling face, a face I recognized from someone. Someone...
"Hi Charlotte," He said. Now I definitely knew him. His voice was just like... "Sam?!" I yelled. He smiled widely.
"How did you...when did you..." I grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug. "I came back. I don't know how but I did. And I'm here. And your here." Sam said with a laugh. He pulled away and kissed the top of my forehead.
