I frowned, turning the cold handle to her door. Today felt different, being upset at Sam. It just felt... wrong. All I wanted to do was rush up to her and apologize.
But when my eyes met hers, I changed my mind.
"Hey." Sam gave me a wide and hopeful grin.
I didn't return the gesture.
"Hello, Jay? Pill boy?"
I handed her the usual paper cup of pills and glass of cold water. She didn't touch them, but just stared up at me. "Are you okay, pill boy?"
I almost left right then. I almost did. But I couldn't. It was like the strings of fate were pulling us together slowly.
"No. Not really. I'm not okay."
Sam went to give me a hug but I made her stop.
"No, Sam. You need to rest. Get better." I frowned. "Not today."
Sam looked as if she might cry.
"Wait-"
The strings of fate pulling us together must have broken right then, because that was when I slammed the door closed.
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No Wings To Fly
Teen Fiction"Your Wings Were Ready But My Heart Was Not." ~David Fylnn A girl and boy hopelessly fall for each-other when the world seems like it is crashing down around them. The two try to find themselves and alter their future together, though they are give...
