Sam Fender Imagines

midnight (part two)

Tears fell from my emerald eyes as I left Sam at the bar. I truly loved him and it was clear he no longer felt the same. Pacing up and down the pavement I attempted to calm my breathing. How could he do this to me? I wasn't asking for a perfect relationship, just a loyal one. Was that really too much to ask?

The doors to Low Lights Tavern flew open as Sam came hurtling out of the pub.

"Hey!" He shouted in my direction. "Wait, let me explain." He said. As if he was actually trying to worm his way out of this one.

I laughed, mocking his words. "What could you possibly say to explain that Sam? Dean likes to kiss you does he? Does he like to sleep with you too?" This boy was honestly so unbelievable it was a joke.

He stopped in front of me, running his hands through his messy hair. He really did look a mess.

"I'm sorry. I got drunk and she looked like you. I know that's not an excuse. We'd just had an argument and I wanted to make it up to you. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again I promise. Can you forgive me? Please?" He begged.

The tears fell from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. "That's exactly what you said last time. You promised. I forgave you but I didn't forget. Look where its led us. Straight back to square one." I took a step back, sitting on the damp wall.

"I can't do this anymore, Sam. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much that you don't want me. You can want someone that 'looks like me' but not me. I won't put myself through this again. I can't."

Sam let out a shaky breath, moving closer to where I was sitting.

"There's two sides to every story. You're not the easiest person to date. You constantly wonder where I am, who I'm with and what I'm doing. You drive me away. You don't want me there."

His words came out a lot harsher than I had expected. I thought he'd be begging for forgiveness, just like last time. But no, he was trying to blame me for his lack of loyalty.

I stood up, looking him directly in his blood shot blue eyes.

"The truth is Sam, none of us are easy to date, deal with, or please all the time. We have our vices, attitudes and way of doing things that make us unique. You won't like everything about somebody, it's impossible. This is real life and it isn't about finding the perfect person, there's no such thing. It isn't about living some happily ever after fairy tale. It's about finding someone you're willing to work for and who is wiling to work for you. It's simple, yet so hard to achieve."

I took a deep breath, knowing the words I needed to say would break me, "I'm done Sam, I won't put myself through this again."