That night you got a hotel and decided on a bath. Sam's words play over and over in your head it's like you've been ripped open. Your phone keeps going off so you grab it out of your jeans and throw it in the water with you so it doesn't work anymore. You go under the water counting how long you can stay under before your have to come up.
Sam's POV
I feel awful. I call Y/N and she doesn't answer it keeps going to voicemail. Fuck. I yell throwing all the dishes from the countertop to the title floor letting them shatter. The look in her eyes was so broken like the shattered to a million pieces and it was all my fault. I grab a bottle of jack and sit in the dark living room drinking from it trying to down out what I did.
"Y/N wherever you are I'm on my way for you." I leave one more voicemail before I pass out from drinking.
The End
I hope y'all enjoyed this mini series
