Mine // Sam Wilkinson

Part // LV

Sammy's POV

I knew I would lose Claire the moment I told her about the night I cheated. This wasn't a surprise to me. If she told me that she cheated on me the moment she was giving our relationship her all, I definitely wouldn't stay either.

I laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. All of our memories were flooding into my thoughts.

I remembered our first date and how I carried her to the boat. I remembered the cave we went to when I asked her to be my girlfriend. I remembered the time we went to dinner and I couldn't stop smiling at her. Every single thing she did drove me insane. She could give me butterflies just by sitting across from me. She gave me butterflies when she smiled, when she looked at me. I remember the time I visited her dance studio to bring her flowers as a surprise. I knew she was nervous about her solo and I wanted to make her happy. I remember that same day she was teaching me her hip hop routine after everyone else left and she had the studio to herself. I remember her laughing like a little child as I picked her up and spun her around, simply content with life. I remember how happy she made me, how happy the thought of her will always make me, whether she's mine or not.

A knock on the door interrupted the memories swarming around.

I shot straight up.

Claire walked right in and sat in front of me, hugging her knees to her chest. Not once had she made eye contact since I told her, nor have I expected her to.

"Claire, I'm-"

"Shut up, please..." she interrupted, "Let me just talk. I just want this to be easy." I could see the tears forming in her eyes.

I nodded, not needing to hurt her anymore.

"You know, sitting with Scotty really helped me think a little. I thought I was gonna walk up the stairs and into the room and automatically know exactly what to say," she paused, sniffling and letting out a little chuckle, "but I really don't. I have no words, Sam."

She moved her hair out of her face and exposed her mascara stained cheeks, finally connecting our stares.

"I don't blame you."

"I really just don't get it," she chuckled again as she spoke.

"What?"

"I don't get it," Claire shrugged.

I just looked at her, confusion running through my veins.

"I don't get how you could be hurting me so damn bad yet you're still the greatest fucking thing to happen to me."