Sam was on the cusp of an ending. Really, all she wanted was to give up. So she did. And failed. And tried again. And failed. She was ready to try a third time to finish her life, but something changed. To this day, her friends might take credit for getting through to her. Or maybe they believe it was an angel that visited her in the night, or that God changed her heart. Or maybe the drugs she was on finally started working. And maybe it really was any one of these things, or a combination of all of them put together. Or maybe it was something else altogether.
Sam met Blaire at a gig she was playing. She had written a lot of new music while being stuck in her depression, and it was good. Blaire heard her play and knew he had to know her. He reached out to her and found reasons to meet up with her so many times. He purposefully never made his intentions clear. And Sam fell for it all.
Sam was so excited at this new prospect in her life that her mind was nearly emptied of all else. Her and Blaire texted constantly. He would send her a message in the morning just to say hello. Rarely did a day go by without some form of communication. But then Sam asked for more.
I mean, really, what should she have expected? They hung out when she was in town. They went on drives late at night. He took her to lunch. But whenever she got too close, Blaire pulled away. He told Sam he wasn’t good enough for her. He promised that she didn’t need a guy like him in her life. So she finally just gave up.
That was three years ago. Every few months Blaire and Sam would start up their romance again, but it never lasted long enough to even be called a relationship. They could have been great, but in the end, it’s best that they settled for what they got.
They don’t see each other anymore, and it wasn’t until a few minutes ago that Sam realized how important Blaire really was. Because it seems that he saved her. And for that she is forever grateful. And he doesn’t even know it.