I would kill for you

Chapter one: What kills you slowly

What's up guys, I hope you enjoy this story. I own literally nothing outside of the plot line. I will be providing a soundtrack via links, the song for this scene is "I was never there" by The Weeknd and Gessaflestein.

Point of view: Freddie

Locations: Elevator. Shay apartment.

Characters in this scene:

Freddie

Sam

Spencer

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"I love you."  I had said to the beautious, blonde Angel who walked out of the elevator and out into the long, narrow hallway.

I meant what I said, nobody meant more to me than Sam Puckett did. Despite all of the years of her torturous treatment of me, I would die for her in an instant. She paused and looked back at me, a state of melancholy evident in her beautiful blue eyes. Her eyes, I could stare into them forever and never tire of doing so. I was dumb enough to hope for a response, an I love you too, but Sam just turned her head and kept walking away. I knew better than to try, but I just couldn't resist the urge to say one last goodbye to my old flame.

I couldn't help but watch as my beautiful blonde demon walked away, her leather jacket tightly hugging the beautiful curves of her body, the striped shirt I bought for her just underneath. The blue skinny jeans and the leather boots completed the look well. She was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, far surpassing all of my boyhood crushes. The women I'd found astounding before now seemed tame, bland, and, simply boring. Espescially in contrast to the astonishing Venus who had lodged herself like a dagger into one of the numerous cracks in my broken heart.

Her blond curls bounced ever so slightly about her shoulders as she walked out past the other apartments, the lights overhead flickering at all the right moments. Sam then proceeded into her own apartment just down a few rooms down the hall. The door closed behind her, and Sam was gone, gone from me. I stood there for a moment, hanging my head, leaning against the wall. I began to think of where I'd done Sam wrong, did I criticize her too heavily? Did I argue with her too much? Should I have just changed the way she needed me to change? Maybe it was all of those things. Considering them, I wouldn't want to be with me either.

"I thought we clicked that way," I mumbled "Oh, what does it matter? Sam didn't say anything back."

(Cue the Music)

I turned around slowly and entered the the elevator to go back up to the Shay apartment where we held our weekly web show, breathing slowly and staring downwards at the floor of the elevator. It was my fault, I wasn't enough for her, I could never satisfy a queen like her. I was just too damned inadequate to be her future, like I had sincerely hoped for and wanted for. If I had been a different kind of person then Sam might still be here with me. The last conversation we'd had inside this very elevator played out inside my head, down to the finest detail it was singed into my the landscape of my mind. The memory was in many ways akin to some torturous, no, some nightmarish vision.

~Flashback~

"I feel like..." Sam had said, looking away from me.

"We're trying to force it?" I asked turning my head to face her.

"Don't you feel that way?" Sam had asked, turning to face me.

I paused and looked up at the ceiling, breathing deeply before I answered stupidly "..... I just don't know." 

"Well," Sam said slowly to me "Maybe, one day, if you become a little more abnormal."

"I guess so..." I said back.