Because he loved him..

1. Anticipation

'I loved and admired you.'

I was waiting in the lobby of the hotel in the town. The last time I saw Sam was around a year ago but it seemed like a lifetime has passed since then.

My breathe came out in shallow bursts. It won't even out, no matter how much I tried to calm myself.

I looked around at the high end interiors of the hotel, the golden detailing, the expensive looking paintings and the exotic plants.

It must have been an expensive place to stay but even thinking about that couldn't hold my attention for long.

My mind drifted to the past. I started fiddling with the ring on my right hand. Talk about Irony. A married guy who wears a promise ring!

Though you can't really help it when you were brought up with the ways of the church by your conservative father. I was made to wear it when I turned 12.

Sam always hated it.

A bitter chuckle escaped me. Sam must hate me now and why wouldn't he when my own father considers me an abomination and never wants to see my face again?

Even Sam's mother, Mrs. Clay thought I was a gold-digger but the worst thing was; they weren't wrong!

I was it all and more. I had managed to make all my close ones hate me in such a short time that it must be some record.

I miss him. I miss everyone. I wish I could tell them.

I shook my head.

No! It wasn't the time for reminiscences.

It was better off this way. I just had to keep it to myself and everything would be fine. I felt my eyes well up.

No! I promised I would stay strong. I took a deep breath and wiped off the unshed tears.

The receptionist; a smartly dressed, tall young man interrupted my musings.

"Mr. Springfield, is everything okay?" He asked noticing the trail of tears on my face with concern.

"Uhh, Yeah. I am sorry, I was just--thinking about something."

He looked like he wanted to ask something else but then he nodded. "Mr. Clay has asked me to pass you a message." He cleared his throat, looking a bit apologetic.

What was it? Did Sam refuse to see me? What will I do now? How will I save the school from getting demolished? I started panicking.

"He said that you will have to go to his room if you want to see him." He informed me.

I sighed in relief and looked at his name tag; Paul Clover.

"It's no problem at all, Mr. Clover! Thank you so much for your help."

Mr. clover smiled warmly and gave me the pointers to Sam's room.

Walking towards the elevator, trying to keep myself calm, I looked at myself in the mirrors inside the elevator, self consciously.

Did I look okay?

I tried to fix my hair and pat down my rumpled shirt. Soon the elevator opened with a ding and I found myself on the seventh floor. My heart raced. Thoughts fought in my head for dominance.

How will he react? Will he be happy to see me?

How should I react?

What if he hates me?