Oct 28, 2024
who: @riaxnunez where: ria's front porch
Sam had been pacing outside her door for what felt like an eternity, his mind racing as he tried to piece together a world that suddenly felt like a lie. Everyone else had known the truth, leaving him in the dark, and the weight of that betrayal pressed heavily on him. He chewed on his thumbnail, glancing at Ria's front door as if it might open on its own, offering him answers without having to ask.
Finally, he stopped, took a sharp breath, and knocked, harder than he intended. “Ria,” he called, his voice tense and edged with frustration. “I need to talk to you.”