sylphboneda:

    everything was silent. connie’s back was against the wall as
    his body lay on her lap. she was brought over with a storm 
    of tears and breathless pushes of air; panic still threateningly
    lingered as her eyes ceased to leave sam’s. she needed him
    to keep looking at her the whole time even if they were glowing
    red from too much emotion suffocating her. 

    elevated body on her legs, she loitered above his face, dark,
    raven stained hair dangling down around his face. now both
    his and her faces were hidden, just like how she would do so.
    grief choked her so much that the words she spoke could barely
    even be heard. “ don’t do this sam. i never meant for any of 
    this to happen. please. “ and it was almost pleading. the idea
    that she wouldn’t be able to get him back ( like she did matt
    and robert ) made her stomach twist. this was the last time 
    she would ever see his shimmering, joyful eyes.

    “ i’m sorry you had to meet me. “