FATED TO BE YOURS

Chapter 35: Yearning for Redemption

With a heavy heart, Sam stood on Mon's doorstep, her gaze searching anxiously for any sign of her beloved. When Mon's mother appeared, her eyes filled with concern, Sam's hopes faltered.

"Is Mon okay?" Sam asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Mon's mother shook her head gently, her expression sorrowful. "She's sleeping," she replied softly. "I don't think it's a good time to talk right now."

"I understand," Sam murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please tell Mon that I came by... that I'm sorry."

Mon's mom offered her a sympathetic smile, her eyes filled with compassion for the young woman standing before her. "I will," she promised, reaching out to give Sam's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Take care, dear."

With a heavy heart, Sam turned away from Mon's house, the weight of her actions weighing heavily on her mind. She knew that she had caused Mon pain, and she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at her conscience. But for now, all she could do was hope and pray that Mon would find the peace and healing she so desperately needed.

Feeling the weight of her shattered heart, Sam sought solace in the comforting embrace of her grandmother as she returned home. Tears streamed down her cheeks, unchecked and unrestrained, as she clung to the only source of love and support she had left.

Her grandmother held her close, her arms a safe haven amidst the storm of emotions raging within Sam's soul. "What happened, my dear?" she asked gently, concern etched in the lines of her weathered face.

But Sam could only continue to cry, the words caught in her throat as the pain of her actions threatened to consume her whole. In that moment, all she could do was surrender to the overwhelming grief that washed over her, seeking refuge in the unwavering love of her grandmother's embrace.

As the days dragged on, Sam found herself consumed by an overwhelming sense of despair. She moved through the motions of daily life like a ghost, her heart heavy with sorrow and regret. Food lost its taste, and sleep became a distant memory as she tossed and turned in the grip of her anguish.

Every day, she reached for her phone with trembling hands, her heart pounding in her chest as she dialed Mon's number, praying for some sign of hope. But each call ended in silence, the empty void echoing her loneliness and longing.

"Please, Mon," she whispered to the empty room, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung to the slim hope that one day, her beloved would answer the phone and mend the shattered pieces of her broken heart.

Sam's tears flowed unchecked as she clung to the phone, her desperate pleas for Mon's response falling on deaf ears. Her grandmother's gentle voice pulled her back to the present, offering a glimmer of solace amidst the storm of her emotions.

"Sam, dear," her grandmother said softly, concern etched in her voice as she approached, "is everything alright?"

Sam tried to compose herself, wiping away her tears as she turned to face her grandmother. "I'm okay, Grandma," she whispered, forcing a weak smile. "I'll join you for dinner in a little while."

But her grandmother could see through the facade, her eyes filled with understanding as she reached out to gently brush away Sam's tears. "You don't have to pretend with me, dear," she said gently. "I'm here for you, whenever you're ready to talk."

Sam's heart ached at her grandmother's kindness, the weight of her grief pressing down on her like a heavy burden. But for now, all she could do was cling to the fragile hope that one day, her pain would ease, and she would find the strength to heal.

As Sam entered the dining room, her grandmother's eyes softened with concern, taking in the weight of her granddaughter's sorrow. She watched as Sam settled into her seat, her heart heavy with the weight of her pain.