Enchanted Pictures

Sam’s POV:

I stood there silently, watching people run and scream outside. The water poured down, the droplets splashing the window violently, never stopping any of the partiers from what they were doing, the cold air icing my already cold heart more.

Music boomed all around me, making me feel like the room was devouring me whole, I was surprised to hear an old song come across the speakers:

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold

I gazed down at my shaking hands, water droplets falling gracefully upon them, sliding silently over and onto the floor. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but here I was, popular girl down to zero, hiding away in an empty room at a party.

I bit my lip and wiped away the tears, forcing myself to look back out the window; I didn’t want to go back out there, especially since he showed up.

I heard the creak of the door open as the music blasted through the room, footsteps falling short by the bed, “Sam?” his voice rang out clearly.

“You do know it is too late for you and your white horse to catch me now?” I smiled sadly at my reflection in the window, thinking of one of my favorite songs. I caught a glimpse of his in the window, dropping his gaze from my body.

“Sam, I never thought this was going to happen…”

“It did, and you didn’t do anything about it, you let me suffer alone.” I forced myself to turn to him, his curls danced around him, some sticking to him from sweat, his green eyes showing the sympathy I didn’t want to see, they glistened sadly, “You’re too late Harry.” I walked past him, as he reached out to me, grabbing my arm.

“Sam please!”

“No.” I moved letting his hand slide down mine, dropping to his side as I left the room. He was my first love, my first time, and he left me brokenhearted with the enchanted pictures that destroyed our relationship.

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