Samantha took slow steps toward the house and managed to shorten them even further the closer she got. In her mind, she worked at the issue like a complicated calculus problem. She found solace in number games, as she always had. Logic and reason had always been her way of looking at the world, but of late, they had failed her. She found herself wanting something more, something of the irrational and emotional that Jerome had more faith in.
Finally, she stood before the door. Samantha had heard that Jerome had moved back in with his mother after Samantha had texted him goodbye. Even some of her closest friends couldn't believe she had opted to text the marine goodbye. She told them she had done it to make it easier for Jerome, but all these years later, she knew the truth. She had done it to make it easier for her. She couldn't have looked into Jerome's eyes and gone through with it. Those eyes would have told her how wrong she was to leave, and those eyes would have been right, not just for Jerome, but for Samantha as well. Friends who stayed in the area had told her how broken he had been and how he had moved back with his mother to care for her, as her own health was on the decline. Samantha found just enough strength to raise her finger and press the doorbell button. She braced herself for the attack that was sure to follow. Jerome's mother didn't like Samantha, never had and what Samantha had done to her only child was not apt to increase any feeling other than hatred.
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SM
10/21/2014 09:59:43 pm
give you an A for effort as you work to getting over the ex, but quit writing about jilted lovers, that would be step
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Jamie
10/22/2014 04:05:30 am
what's your problem SM? you always say such uninspired mean things.
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