𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, greta van fleet imagines. ✓

𝐒𝐀𝐌, the night we met ━ part two.

I HELD A POLAROID in my hand from the night we met. It feels like it was just yesterday. Senior year, prom night, dancing with a beautiful stranger who would become my best friend, my boyfriend and my first love.

But that was two years ago. And he wasn't mine anymore.

At first it was like a movie. Like we were meant to be. We did everything together. We both became part of each other's families. It was all so beautiful and way too good to be true. And we were so blind in love that we thought nothing could stop us. Not college, not his band, but we were wrong. We thought we could survive the distance, but we were so wrong.

After that, everything fell apart. It was like I had all of him and then none of him. And it happened so fast that neither of us could stop it. I can't even remember parts of that night. Screaming, tears, kisses, apologies, more tears. We were both messes by the end of it. Brokenhearted and emotionally exhausted.

He left that night. He went on tour and I haven't seen him since. I haven't seen him in five months and the pain still lingered inside of me. We were so good together. I just wish we could go back to the night we met.

I sighed as I put the polaroid back into my wallet, shoving it inside my backpack. I took a sip of my coffee, trying to shake the thoughts away. Seems like I would always be haunted by the ghost of him.

"Hm, Y/N?" I closed my eyes when the well known voice filled my ears. This couldn't be happening. I turned around and forced a small smile, facing Sam for the first time in a long time.

"Hi, Sam." The fake smile still plastered on my face, but he seemed to notice it, frowning slightly. He always saw right through me.

"Well, it's been a while, right? Can I, hm, sit down for a bit?" He ushered the words out, stuttering a little. It felt good to know I wasn't nervous alone.

"Of course." I pointed towards the empty seat in front of me. Sam smiled and sat down, fumbling with his fingers and nervously chewing on his bottom lip.

I didn't push him as I waited for him to find the words he was desperately looking for. Instead, I took the time to look at him, to really take in his appearance. His soft hair was a bit longer and slightly tangled, like he hadn't took the time to do it in a while. His face looked tired and he had dark circles under his eyes, which were unknown to me since he never had eye bags. He seemed to have lost weight, but that was probably because of the tour. And I felt like I didn't know the boy in front of me anymore.

"I miss you." He quietly said after what seemed like an eternity. I could hear my heart loud in my ears, his words always seemed to have that effect on me. But to hear him say that, after so long, was different and it hurt.

"I missed you too, Sammy." I say truthfully, giving him a genuine smile. He lifted his eyes to look deep into mine. The glance that seemed to have lasted an eternity too. It was like everything was in slow motion.

"No." Sam reached out for my hand and I felt an electric wave rush through me, making my breath caught up in my throat. "I miss you." He repeated himself to make the word clearer. I closed my eyes, feeling him squeeze my hand lightly as the tears begun to go down my cheeks.

"You can't say that." I shook my head, quickly wiping the tears away. I opened my eyes to see him frowning.

"But we were so good for–"

"I know, Sammy." I took a deep breath, looking out the window. "But we aren't anymore. And I'm afraid we can't be that right now."

He let go of my hand and I felt it tingle, already missing his touch. "I understand." He took a deep breath. "But I love you. And I always will." I looked back at him. This time he had a small smile on his face which made me smile too.

"I love you too, Sammy."

"Maybe, someday, we can be good for each other again." He suggested and I nodded with a wide smile, now allowing the tears to fall freely down my face. "Don't cry, Cinderella." He reached his hand to wipe them, making me laugh at the nickname.

"Okay, Rapunzel." I answered, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

He studied my face for a while, his eyes filled with nothing but adoration. A silly smiled adorned my face as he pressed his lips against my forehead before whispering in my ear,

"But we'll always have the night we met."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Finally was able to finish this and I'm really happy with the way it turned out. I love me some angst. The second part was requested by cartoon-ics and I wanted to try something else other than fluffy, so I hope you don't wanna kill me ksks

Thank you for reading x