it had been a few months since the night at the lodge, but the weight of it still clung to sam like a second skin. every day was a battle to convince herself that she was safe, that the wendigos and the horrors they had once unleashed were gone.

no matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, she couldn’t shake the memories of those cold, unforgiving peaks.

today was a bad day. sam stood by the window, staring into the city streets, the quiet in her apartment making her feel closed in.

her phone buzzed on the coffee table, your name lighting up the screen

hey, making sure you’re okay. wanna come round? i have a movie planned out for us! if you’re in the mood, that is. ᥫ᭡

she smiles to herself at the sight of your message and picks the phone up, replying with a ‘convinced me. omw.’ you always seemed to make her feel better, no matter the situation. it was like a super power you had.

a few minutes go by and a soft knock come from the front door of your apartment.