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The next morning, Samuel woke up with a smile. Unfortunately, it quickly disappeared when he realised he was alone in bed.

He sat up quickly, or at least tried to, but fell back on the bed groaning in pain.

“You shouldn’t do that,” Carla commented emotionlessly.

Samuel relaxed as he saw her sitting by the window, looking out. “I thought you’d left,” he told her, as if it were all the explanation she needed. 

She turned her face to glare at him. “Oh, so I’m the one leaving now?” She spit out angrily.

He sighed. “That’s not fair,” he said sadly. 

“Fair?” She asked accusingly. “Was it fair for me to feel so alone when you disappeared without a trace? Was it fair for me to believe that you were dead? Was it fair for me to go to the police to tell them everything I knew because I was so scared I’d lost you forever?” Her tone was ice cold and her face completely  void of any emotion. 

“I’m sorry,” Samuel started, but Carla cut him off with a dark laugh.

 

”Oh, if you’re sorry that makes everything okay, right?” She spat at him. 

“Hey,” Guzman said as he walked into the room. “It’s not like Samu wanted to disappear, you know.” 

Carla glared at him. “And yet, he still got what he wanted, while I lost everything.” 

Samuel looked at her with a sad, guilty look. He never meant to hurt her like that. As much as he wanted justice, he wouldn’t have deliberately hurt her. But in the end she was and it was all his fault. 

“He didn’t make you keep that secret, Carla,” Guzman pointed out, “and he didn’t force you to confess either.” The blonde shot him another cold glare. “What’s really troubling you?” He questioned. 

Samuel spoke up then. “She’s right though. I wanted to get justice so bad that I ended up hurting her in the proces.” He then turned his sad eyes on her. “I know it doesn’t make up for it, but I’m really sorry. I never wanted you to get hurt in the proces.” 

Carla’s emotions started to crack slightly as a single tear rolled down her cheek. “Why did you have to play hero?” She asked him, looking desperate. “If you hadn’t you wouldn’t be hurt right now.” She angrily wiped another tear of her cheek. “For god’s sake, Samuel. If you hadn’t gotten involved you wouldn’t have almost died.” Finally she broke down in sobs. 

Guzman hurried over to comfort her, as Samuel watched silently crying too. He was angry at himself for not being able to comfort her. 

As Carla started to calm down, she sat down beside Samuel, but without touching him. 

The boy sighed and closed his eyes, as he grabbed her hand. “If I hadn’t gotten involved, we never would have gotten together,” he pointed out gently. 

This time it was him receiving Carla’s cold glare. “I can live with us never getting together,” she told him, making him release her hand in shock, but she ignored his reaction and cupped his cheek. “What I can’t live without is a world where you’re alive, you idiot.” 

She gently leaned down and placed her forehead against his as they both tried to collect their thoughts and emotions. 

“Would you look at that?” Guzman spoke up, trying to lighten the mood, “looks like you finally melted our favourite Ice Queen’s heart, Samu.” 

Carla turned her head to the other boy, not distancing herself at all from Samuel, to glare at him.

”interrupting,” Guzman said understandingly, “got it! I’ll be back after school to hand you both your homework.” He told them before looking at Samuel. “Great to see you getting better, Buddy,” before finally leaving them alone. 

Samuel leaned up slightly to kiss her cheek and thus get her attention. When she turned back to look at him, he pecked her lips softly. “I’m alive,” he told her. “And I’m here. With you. And I’m not ever leaving you, okay?” 

She nodded at him. “If you do, I’ll kill you myself,” she stated tearfully. 

“Deal,” he answered, a slight smile on his face. “Now, come lay down with me? You’re way too far and I’m exhausted.” 

She lay down next to him and wrapped her arms around him. “Rest, Amor, I’ll be here when you wake up,” she promised softly.

All the ‘what if’s’ she’d been imagining since Samuel disappeared finally leaving her mind.