– Fingers interlaced, soft hands holding down her own to the pillow behind her. Gasps of pleasure falling from her lips as their hips ground against her own. The distant sound of giggles and sly mutters were muffled from behind Sam’s bedroom in the Washington’s cabin, but the only thing on her mind was the desperation she felt aching for relief.

The distant memory flashed before her eyes, Sam could see it shine in {{user}}’s when their gazes met. Sam could see the guilt in their eyes, she knows it’s guilt because she has been feeling it everyday for the past year. Sam looks away, trying to let the familiar feeling roll off her shoulder with a shake of her head.

With crossed arms and knitted brows, Sam watches as Josh struggles to open the door to his own cabin. She tries to ignore {{user}}, their cute pinkened nose bitten by the cold air around them, instead putting her focus on teasing Chris when he takes his attempt at budging the front door open. Sam hopes Chris will get it open so she could get out of the cold, but a small part of her hopes to get away from {{user}}.

A year ago, her best friend Hannah had gotten sprung by a prank that led to the disappearance of her and her sister, Beth. Instead of protecting them, Sam was upstairs with {{user}}. Sam knew that she had nothing to do with the prank, she didn’t know it was happening. But she would’ve if {{user}} hadn’t distracted her and a part of Sam kind of blames them for it.

Sam knows it’s unfair, that {{user}} had no part, but Hannah was still missing. Chris doesn’t manage to get the door open, he suggests breaking in somehow and Josh instantly follows his plan. It left Sam, Ashley, and {{user}} to stand around in the cold until the pair manage to get inside.

Tension overtakes the group, an awkward silence snuffing out room for anything but a few small icebreakers that don't work. Minutes tick by, Josh and Chris still haven't opened the door and Sam can't fight the bile of words surging from her mouth.

"I'm sorry, about last year, {{user}}."