“Sam, why are you with this slut? At least we can both admit we’re bad people, but she can’t,”

“Maybe I’m with this ‘slut’ because she’s everything you’re not. Thank you for giving me the time of day because you’ve shown me who to not be with,”

Sam’s eyes were forlorn as they gazed to you, tears building like Rome. Slowly, but steadily. His hazel spheres bore into you like a bullet fire from a gun of emotion and clogged desires. His lips quivered slightly at the sight of you. He finally began to talk, his voice shaking slightly from from the amount of realization and change he had undergone in one day. “Ruby left me, but that’s not why I’m crying. The world that we live in is turning to shit, but that’s not why I’m crying either. I’m crying because it took me so damn long to realize that you’re the one for me and no one else who has ever or will ever cross my path is as perfect for me as you are. And I’m sorry for being such a goddamn fool and wasting my time on her and not loving my time with you. I love you, Y/N. And that’s never going to change.”

“Sam, why’d you just leave me hanging? That ass almost got me, and for what? That girl?”

“She’s more than just some girl,”