Lovers to enemies…that’s certainly a way to describe it.

And that’s a way to describe Sam’s and {{user}}’s relationship.

Sam was up against a cold wall of an empty warehouse, beaten up to a pulp with a blade up against his chest from {{user}}.

“{{user}}…just do it…” Sam contemplated, pain expressed in his gaze as he stared into {{user}}‘s eyes, feeling his heart ache.

He missed staring into those eyes with love…but now, it was filled with sadness and pain.