SAM

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They were wandering aimlessly around the neighbourhood through the edge of the night. Having finished their shift at the factory pretty late, some of their colleagues suggested having a little bonfire by the lake, but after they had failed at lighting a fire, they decided to call it a night. Sam, however, had other plans.

"Sam, what are we going to do here?" Alex asked after walking for what seemed like ages. Sam stood in front of him and had her hands in her waist as she displayed pride.

Alex couldn't understand the reason behind her sense of achievement; there was nothing ahead of them except a patch of grass surrounded by a few short trees and a post-lamp.

"We are going to sit here and have a nice conversation in this relaxing atmosphere."

"How do you call this a relaxing atmosphere? It's so dark in the area and I'm pretty sure there are loads of bugs here. Also, we can just go to some restaurant and have the same nice conversation if that's what you want."

"Don't be so boring, restaurants are so old fashioned; it's 1948 now!" She exclaimed, giving him a light nudge on the shoulder. "And we're not dating so I think it'd be pretty awkward." Her voice leveled off by the end as her facial expressions slowly went blank.

"Friends go to restaurants too," He interfered, trying to fix what he couldn't understand. Yet.

"Yeah-uhm-I'm sorry, I just don't always have the right words to say and I-"

"It's alright." He stared at her as she shut her eyes close and seemed to struggle for air for a mere second.

A moment of silence, nothing was heard but the sound of the leaves brushing against each other as the wind tickles them. She opened her eyes and smiled, before laying down on the grass. Alex thought it might ruin her lovely hair, but she didn't seem to bother.

"So, tell me what brought you here?" She asked with a friendly tone as Alex copied her previous actions and layer beside her, still keeping a proper distance.

"You?"

She chuckled before responding. "No, I mean what made you move to the North?"

"Well, Angela was-"

"Who's Angela?" She interrupted him as they both stared at the glimmering stars scattered across the gloomy night sky.

"-the love of my life. We broke up 23 days ago, she couldn't handle my problems and she believed both of us would be better solely. I then decided to move to the North and run away from my heartbreak." He replied, trying not to get too deep. He was very anxious; he hadn't talked about Angela with anyone before Sam.

He had this strange feeling though, and it wasn't the right kind of strange feelings. Are strange feelings ever right?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought that up. If you don't want to keep talking then please don't." She spilled down the words in a fast tone as if trying to erase it from his mind.

"No, it's alright."

Alex didn't realize it would be that painful to talk about Angela. Bringing up her name alone makes him rethink everything he had told her that last night and everything she said back. He had lovely dreams of her every single night. Being a lucid dreamer, he would use every chance he can to remember how touching her skin felt like and holding her hand made his heart jump in gratification.

He would wish not to ever wake up.