Mine // Sam Wilkinson

Part // L

Claire's POV

I landed in Cincinnati a little after five, which was earlier than I thought. By the time I got my suitcase and called a cab, I made it to my front door by about six.

I walked in to see that nobody was home as usual. There was a note on the counter from Scott, who promised he would be home when I landed.

Claire,

I'll be home by midnight. Caught up in work and college work. Sorry!

Love you,

Scott

I went upstairs to take a shower before throwing on some dance sweats and heading to my favorite spot in the house; the windowsill bench in the attic. This spot had the best view of our backyard. Considering it was starting to rain, I knew this would be relaxing. As soon as I sat down with my favorite blanket, I broke.

I broke because I had finally realized what I had done. Sam and I were over; the greatest thing to happen to me was now gone, but only because I was scared to stay in Omaha.

I cried for what seemed like years. I got up and headed down to the kitchen to get some water.

It was about eight thirty when I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't expecting anyone, and I sure as hell didn't want to see anyone with as puffy as my face had to be.

I opened the door cautiously, after all, it could be Tyler.

"Sam?"