After Elijah had left, Sammy felt broken in two. Their situation tied her tongue and then turned it inside out knowing that although he had hurt her, he also had to leave. For some reason, she was also beginning to realize that she had not been remotely surprised to find out he hated her guts. It just made her mad. Maybe it was the fact that hearing the truth over and over again as a mere suggestion was torment, but accepting it was worse. Picture perfect Sam who was adopted but practically as a baby, had parents who were always busy but provided her with all she wanted and more, loved- but from a distance. None of her struggles really meant anything to people because at the end of the day she looked picture perfect.
Truthfully, they didn’t really bother her either. She learned to deal with her problems in a healthy manner. The girl was very fortunate, lucky even. To be taken in by such a wonderful family, to see the world up close -and not be punished for it-, to smile outside of the pictures, too. But there was one thing she resented. It made her boring. Since she everything set out in front of her, Sammy’s only responsibility was to go with it’s flow. She was “so chillllll.” Always the ocean, never the sun above it, not the moon. Not even a star! But he made her feel like something.
“He was the only person who really saw me.” Sammy didn’t bother to answer his question, filled with a quiet grief. She didn’t want to go home, anyway. Oh wait, he said something, didn’t he? That’s what he said. “Sorry, and it’s okay. My parents are coming to pick me up later.” The girl said dryly, responding out of responsibility. Later, she accepted his cig, just assuming what he meant. It seemed pretty common sense. She took a drag, looking up and away to blow the smoke. To much surprise, no coughs. “Thank you.”