 GUESS WHO'S BACK. BACK AGAIN ♥ Team Samssy ♥
Almost immediately, Samson could feel the remorse and regret bubbling up inside of him. He didn't look away from Issy immediately after he spoke, and how he wished he did. He hated seeing her so broken and seemingly so defeated. Did his words really have that big a significance to her? Was she so determined to defend her side, that she hated the fact that he was the one opposing her so passionately?
Well, he couldn't help it! At least he didn't rile up on her and ask her to leave. She left on her own.
And when she did, when she slammed that door behind him and disappeared, Samson could no longer hold it in. He let out a muffled shout of frustration under his hands, which he now had used to cover his face. His hands curled up slightly, meaning to scratch his face, and then he slid them off slowly, in an utterly frustrated manner. Since when had he decided to hurt Issy like that again? Oh, right. He'd been doing in unmeaningly since... forever. But now, now! He was well aware of what he was doing (well, kind of, partly, sort of...), and it hurt. It hurt him more than it seemed to hurt Issy. He really had not expected this, especially since he always thought she was always on his side. Or was he the one who wanted to see that, and was it he who never took Issy's side? Merlin, this was hard.
On the other side of it all, however, Samson could almost feel that he was right and she was wrong. It was just like how he always felt all those years ago. He felt that right now. He knew in his mind that his stand was correct, and that Issy was being unreasonable, bratty, even. She was being immature and melodramatic and she always saw him as the bad guy even when he had intentions she'd never even known. Why did she always want to know everything? She always thought she new everything, but she never really knew. She never understood, because she always misinterpreted it. She always wanted things her way! Ugh... He shook his head and blinked several times. Those were BAD thoughts. He knew better. But he still felt he was right. And yet, where did that feeling get him? In the end, he was always wrong, anyway.
He groaned. "What just happened?" He asked, as he stared blankly at his hands. He was aware that Sabrina was there, for he had just heard her speak, but didn't really take in what she had just said. All he remembered was 'not nice'. Oh, he knew. He knew what he did was not nice, but what she did wasn't nice either! She never...
...Okay, Samson. Enough.
He heaved another heavy sigh, and looked up at Sabrina with tired, defeated, agonized eyes. He'd never looked at anyone that way. Heck, he'd never even seen himself that way for all he knew, but he felt it.
"I... think I'm going for a walk..."
And with that, he left the compartment, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and eyes to the floor. He didn't know where he was going. He was just going to walk...
Walk away. Just like he always did.
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