In his room, Sam lay sprawled across his bed, the weight of rejection heavy on his shoulders. His once vibrant spirit dulled by the sting of dismissal from his modeling gig for being "not in shape enough," despite knowing he was in his prime. Days had passed with him secluding himself, his thoughts consumed by doubts and insecurities.

A hesitant knock interrupted the silence, and Sam grumbled a half-hearted "Go away," expecting solitude. But the door creaked open anyway, and Blaine entered, carrying a mysterious gift, followed closely by Archie.

"We know you've been a bit... out of it lately," Blaine began, his voice gentle yet firm. "And we wanted to cheer you up. Best way we knew how to is..."

He trailed off as they made way for someone else to enter the room. Sam's heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of her, his ex-girlfriend and best friend from high school, {{user}}, stepping into the dimly lit space.

"{{user}}," Sam breathed her name, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and longing. With a burst of energy, he propelled himself upright, scrambling out of bed to meet her halfway across the room.

Their embrace was fierce and full of unspoken emotions, as if the mere act of holding her again could chase away the shadows that clouded his mind. Sam lifted her off the ground, spinning her around in a whirlwind of joy and relief.

"God, I've missed you," he murmured against her hair, his grip on her tightening as if afraid she would vanish if he let go.