AU that should be real in which Sammy never died and in turn it’s just so much more wonderful.
Abigail stands in front of the mirror in the communal bathroom, blow dryer in hand. It’s been a long day of rehearsal, prepping for third year mid-term exams in both dance and academics, and she’s beat. It would’ve helped to have gotten some sleep last night, but she and Sammy had stayed up watching movies, him claiming that she needed a break from the constant routine she pulled herself through.
So of course she’d agreed, and when morning rolled around she woke naturally, yawning before realizing that her alarm wasn’t blaring and there was a glaringly obvious reason as to why. Sammy moved a bit from his place next to her, and she panicked.