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It was the morning after Matt had left for Dillon, and Sam realised how much she really didn't like waking up without him next to her. She also knew there was a saying about not knowing what you have until it's gone - but she did know! And she hadn't let it go. She was in love with Matt, she'd even told him, but he still left. He still looked like he'd just been told she was going to leave him for Tim, and that wasn't what had happened at all.
Sam had struggled when the confession had tumbled from Tim's lips, but in the end she knew where her heart was and it wasn't with the number thirty-three any more. So why did she feel like she'd done wrong? It was a few hours before she even dragged herself out of bed, and even longer before she made it out of the room to go into the kitchen in search of coffee. She wasn't even hungry. She was just glad she had the time off work so that she didn't need to worry about smiling at all the stupid customers when all she really wanted to do was tell them to go fuck themselves.
She needed out of retail.
( As soon as her beverage was made she had every intention of crawling back into her bed and hiding, but as she shuffled past the main room she realised Jason was sitting there alone... )
Word Count | 3,634
It was the morning after Matt had left for Dillon, and Sam realised how much she really didn't like waking up without him next to her. She also knew there was a saying about not knowing what you have until it's gone - but she did know! And she hadn't let it go. She was in love with Matt, she'd even told him, but he still left. He still looked like he'd just been told she was going to leave him for Tim, and that wasn't what had happened at all.
Sam had struggled when the confession had tumbled from Tim's lips, but in the end she knew where her heart was and it wasn't with the number thirty-three any more. So why did she feel like she'd done wrong? It was a few hours before she even dragged herself out of bed, and even longer before she made it out of the room to go into the kitchen in search of coffee. She wasn't even hungry. She was just glad she had the time off work so that she didn't need to worry about smiling at all the stupid customers when all she really wanted to do was tell them to go fuck themselves.
She needed out of retail.
( As soon as her beverage was made she had every intention of crawling back into her bed and hiding, but as she shuffled past the main room she realised Jason was sitting there alone... )
Word Count | 3,634
