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Matchweek Twenty-Four: Leicester vs. Liverpool

[ Hold On, We're Going Home by Drake ]

Chapter Twenty-Four

T R E N T

I HOPE I GOT my message through to Samara. I want her to know how much I genuinely love and care for her. It's not just about the sex. It may have started off on a bad note but gradually over time, I fell for her. I couldn't stop myself when it happened, and I wasn't going to. I love Samara Witmoore and nothing can change that.

I feel so bad because Samara was pregnant, with my child. She must have been stressed out causing her to lose the baby - my baby. It was my seed that made that child. If I can't have the baby, then atleast I have my love, Samara. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future to have babies, unless Samara doesn't want me back.

I did what I had to do to get her back. I wasn't entirely sure what to do until I I saw the shirt Samara had got for me in my draw. It brought tears to my eyes but it also sparked an idea. I had to find a way to get Samara to believe me. I need her to believe me when I say that I love her; to give me a chance to explain exactly what happened that day. This is more than just infatuation. I basically need Samara to survive everyday. I know it may seem petty to depend on someone else for happiness, but you only really understand it when you love someone so much.

It was a bold move, but it is worth it. Samara is worth it. She is worth everything. I don't care about the fame or the money, as long as I have Samara. I can't wait any longer to see her, so I got myself subbed in the second half. It's a long flight, but as soon as I'm subbed, I hop on a plane and fly almost six hours to Samara.

I am determined to apologise and make things right. I will take her home with me - right where she belongs. Everyone knows knows that Samara is mines and mines only. I don't care if she has a problem with it, because she will have to accept the fact that I love her. I claimed her as mine the first day I had sex with her, and nothing can change that.

I hold the diamond ring between my fingers, watching is shimmer in the light. This ring will not only promise my love for her, but it will also promise our future. When I see Samara, i see the woman i want to spend the rest of my life with. I want get married and start a family, buy a house. I want to wake up every morning to her beautiful, flawless face. I want to hold her every night when we go to bed. I want to spoil her, take her shopping - even though she will protest - shower her with love because she is my Queen.

She is it for me. She is all I'll ever need.

I anxiously fiddle with my fingers on the plane. I wouldn't have much rather stayed back to make sure Samara's recovery, but then I wouldn't have been able to do this. I only hope that she believes me. I place the diamond ring back into its velvet casing, letting a small smile touch my lips as I think of my Queen. Nothing can deter me from winning her back, not even the ill wishes of others.

At this point, I don't hate Michelle for leaving me; I thank her. I would not have found something true and genuine if it weren't for her. And I've learnt a valuable lesson. Nothing in life is definite, and one should never get too comfortable in their current circumstance. Life is unpredictable and everyday is an adventure. I've gotten comfortable with Michelle, believing that I loved her. When life struck, it had been too much for me to handle. But then therapy helped me heal, both emotionally and physically.

I suppose not everything came out bad. I do believe that the Guy up there knew what he was doing when be graced me with Samara Witmoore as my therapist. Fate had it this way and I could not be more grateful. I'll never take Samara or the present for granted, especially because I know things can change in the blink of an eye. I will treasure Samara and always keep her happy.