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over his eye. “You really did get
hurt.”
    He nods, massaging the back of her
neck now. “The guy had a big punch on him! He was really pissed
that I took you.”
    Melody drops her gaze from his. “Yeah…
he’s gotten kind of attached to me. You should have seen his face
when I said that I loved someone else.”
      Sam pulls his hand
from her neck, sprawling out next to her, resting his head on her
knee. She plays with his hair, studying the mix of light brown and
gold that isn’t noticeable unless you look carefully for it. She
gently kisses the bruise on his cheek.
    “ So, this is real?” she
asks.
    Sam licks his lips; his eyes flicker
up at her. “I guess so.”
    She nods, awkwardly nibbling on her
bottom lip as she tries to take in this new information. “I'm
sorry.”
    He pulls her hands from his
hair, lacing them with his own before kissing her knuckles. “I know
you are, but you don’t have to be.” He
smiles up at her, tired from the rush of adrenalin and proud that
he had claimed what was his. Melody’s hands stroke his forehead in
such a soothing manner that his eyelids struggle and fight before
finally closing. She smiles, a freeing feeling in her chest because
she thinks this is all over, but sadly this is only the
beginning.
    The door clicks behind her as she
begins to make her way home, rain still falling against the
pavement as she walks back. The sleeves of Sam’s jacket, which she
had stolen from his closet when she realized that it was still
raining, fall over her hands so she balls her fists inside of them
as she walks slowly home. She pushes the door to her apartment
open, staring down the hallway to her bed room.
    Her apartment is dark and empty
compared to Sam’s, but its home. She drops her keys on the end
table as she walks sluggishly over to her bed. The sheets are the
same tangled mess she had left them in, and now that Sam had scared
Adam off she should have nothing to worry about, but she doesn’t
feel comfortable in her own bed anymore. She slips into a pair of
sweats, pulling a quilt from the closet and rolls up on the couch.
She sighs in her sleep, dreaming of nothing other than Sam,
relieved that Adam has no role in this dream.
                                          
……………………………………… ..
    She runs through a park
with Sam, happy and laughing, when she notices that things are
beginning to blur and the trees disappear. She stares down at her
feet; the dirt ground turns into black and white boxes. Frightened,
she looks up around her. Red paint smears around her where there
once had been trees. Adam walks up to her, one arm wrapped in a
sling, the other ready to reach for her. Melody stays her distance,
watching his moves and his eyes as he veers closer to her. Adam
holds his free hand out, letting the heart pendant dangle from the
chain wrapped around his fingers. She smiles and reaches out for
it, fingers nearly grasping the golden chain before he pulls it
back, holding a finger to his lips. He slides behind her, brushing
the hair off of her neck before draping the cold chain around her,
locking it at the back of her neck. She watches the heart sway on
her chest, almost not feeling the hot breath on the skin of her
shoulders. She slides from him; getting ready to make a run for it.
He gives her a hurt look, taking two steps towards her.
    “ What? Oh, this can’t be
about that ‘Sam’ dick, can it?” he sneers.
    Melody stares him down, no
one talks about Sam that way; she has defended him since the day
she met him. “He is not a dick! At least he’s real!”
    Adam smiles, lopsided and
off putting, as he lets his head fall to the side. His eyes
bouncing around her, even though she is dressed in her sweat pants
and Sam’s too-big-for-her jacket, she feels naked.
    “ You don’t think I’m real?”
he asks once his eyes have made their way back to
hers. 
    She swallows, nerves
prickling the skin around her