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Salty tears fell from her eyes and down her face, leaving wet streaks on her cheeks. She had a crestfallen look on her face as she looked up to meet the eyes of the man that had done everything for her. If you hadn't seen her you wouldn't know she was sad, for she was quiet. She didn't let any of the sounds that fell from her mouth allude to the depressing emotion. Only the crocodile tears could give it away.
She looked up at him, Sam. This was the man who spent time with her long after he needed too. He fixed the roof to her schoolhouse, always gave whatever he was selling to her for a much lower price than everyone else, he made her feel special.
He always wore a typical brimmed cowboy hat. He smiled warmly whenever he saw her. His hands were callused from all the building and fixing he had done, "I'm good with my hands" he had told her. Thinking back to that line always made her bush a bright red. He owned a donkey and a small stand where he would sell his goods, typically the onions he would harvest from across the lake.
Looking at him now as his callused hands moved to wipe the tears from her face and bend down slightly to kiss her slowly, softly, he moved his head to the side of hers, and began to whisper in her ear-
"Don't worry,
I can fix it"
Soooo wrote that in second period after watching the movie in 1st, me and my friend were just fucking laughing our asses off at Sam's lines so I decided to put way too much dedication into a mini fanfic/one-shot thingy for these two.
Ngl I'm not that mad I spent so much time on this
Extra points goes to whoever can guess what movie inspired this fucking masterpiece