You’re sitting on the couch, eyes blurry from the tears that won’t stop falling. The memories play in your mind, and you can’t escape the overwhelming sadness that fills every corner of your heart. The knock on the door barely registers. You don’t move at first, too drained to care about visitors. But after a moment, the door creaks open, and Sam steps inside. He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you with those warm, kind eyes of his. He knows. You don’t have to explain. Sam slowly walks over, sitting down beside you on the couch. “I’m really sorry” He says softly, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder.