“Get out!” I shout at Sam, who is high again. Last time he got high he tried to lie to me and deny it, but this is the last of it. He becomes a different person when he’s high, someone I don’t like. It would be fine if it wasn’t all of the time, but five days of the week he’s high.
“Y/N, chill” Sam slurs. Every words pushing me over the edge. “I told you before Sam, I don’t even know how many times I’ve told you that I don’t want to come home high anymore” I tell him.
He nods at me slowly, but clearly he’s not listening. He turns his head, directing it towards the television that’s playing music.
“Oh! I love this song” Sam says, bopping his head to the beat and singing along with it.
Sam sits down on the couch and soon forgets that we were in the middle of a fight, which only infuriates me further.
“Goodbye Sam” I say, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
“Huh? Where are you going babe?” Sam asks with his eyes half close.
“I’m leaving you Sam” I say opening the door.
“Love you babe” Sam says before turning his attention back to the television.
I wipe away a tear and close the door behind me.
* * * * * * *
I wake up the next morning with ten missed calls and nine messages, all from Sam. I roll over in my bed trying to fall back asleep, but failing because I keep replaying last night in my head.
I shouldn’t have been so angry at him, but he should respect me enough to listen when I say something, whether he cares or not.
I know that I had to do it, but it doesn’t take away any of the pain.
I pick up my phone and read through the messages, apparently Sam realized that I was serious when he woke up this morning.
I let out an agitated grunt and pick myself up from my bed, taking a shower to wash away last night.
After the shower I still feel the same, like I just lost my best friend. I attempt to get dressed quickly, but fail because the only clothes I can seem to find are Sam’s.
His smell lingers in the air making it hard not to cry. Finally, I find some of my own clothing and call Sam, which is probably a huge mistake, but we both need closure.
The call is short, but I make it clear that I need to talk and I’ll be by his house in a few minutes.
When I arrive at his house it hits me that this is probably the last time I will pull into his driveway. I knock on his door and wait for him to answer the door. When he answers the door his face is red and he looks an absolute mess.
“Can I come in?” I ask him after looking him over. He nods, letting me. I walk into the living room and sit down on the same couch that we have made love on more times that I can remember. I shift my eyes away from the memories and try to remember why I came.
“You do understand why I broke up with you, right?” I ask, looking. He nods at me with tears in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything, probably to save himself from crying.
“I’m sorry Sam, but it had to be done” I tell him, looking away from his sad eyes.
“I know what I did was stupid, I didn’t listen to you. I knew you were serious about me not smoking anymore, but I didn’t listen. I am so sorry Y/N” Sam says through a hoarse voice, as if he has been crying all morning.
“Well that was a main problem in our relationship” I say, sitting down on the couch.
“How can I get you back? I can’t be without you, you’re my whole world” Sam pleads through the tears. The tears beg to be set free, but somehow I manage to keep my cool.
“Sam” I say, cutting him off from anymore begging. “I can’t live like this anymore” I say.
He wipes away his tears with his shirtsleeve and shakes his head, begging me.
“Sam. I have to go, I’m sorry” I say to him, standing up.
“Y/N” Sam says, catching my arm at the door.
“I will always love you” Sam says wiping away another tear.
“I will always love you too, Sam” I say before running to my car, where I cried my eyes out the entire drive home.