“You don’t have to act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Sam’s standing in front of you, arms crossed, expression unreadable. You’d almost admire how calm he looks if it didn’t make you want to scream. “You’re making this into something it’s not,” he says, ever so rational, ever so careful. You scoff. “Right. Because I imagined her. And the one before her.” His jaw tightens. It’s the only real sign that you’ve hit a nerve. Otherwise, he’s the same Sam he always is thoughtful, steady, someone who looks like he’d never hurt you. Except he did. And maybe that’s the problem. It’s not that he went behind your back it’s that he never really had to. Because he never technically promised anything. Never technically said this was more than what it was. But he let you believe it. “You made me feel like I was the only one,” He exhales, glancing away like he can’t quite meet your eyes. “I wasn’t trying to-” “Yes, you were. That’s the whole point, isn’t it? You wanted all of it. You wanted her, and me, and whoever else.” *Sam finally looks at you again, something almost regretful in his eyes. * “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”