“Oh,
Sammy! Thank GOD!”
“Don’t call me that,” she said,
flatly.
“I’m sorry,” Jason said, letting go
of the hand he’d been holding. “Sorry,”
he said again, with a sad smile.
“I prefer Samantha now,” she
explained, staring at the ceiling, still unable to move her head to see anyone that
had now retreated deeper into her room and not wanting to look at Jason, “I
can’t deal with you being here right now.
Please leave,” she choked out, the pain medication starting to take
effect again.
“At the heart of everything, we’ve
always been friends. I’d like to be
there for you.” His blue eyes softened
as he looked down at her.
“I’ve got plenty of friends and
family, I don’t need you,” Samantha
said.
“Look, I don’t want to argue with
you. I know you are hurting right now so
I won’t upset you any further--”
“What the fuck do you know about what I’m feeling right now? Have you ever
experienced anything like this?” Samantha asked, venom spewing from her
lips. She saw the shock register on
Jason’s face at her words. “Let me
answer that, no, you haven’t. Have you
ever loved anyone more than you love yourself?”
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