“Bad dream?” before Sam could ponder over whether to question about it or not, words left his mouth. And now he feared if he was going to get his head shoved into the sand.
“About my mom?” to his surprise Amber replied to him, and when she looked at him, he could notice the sad smile on her face.
“I miss her…” she spoke while staring at the stars in the sky which felt like a blanket of comfort to her.
“Mind telling me? I mean only if you want to… no need to feel pressurized. Ermm- leave it, you must not want to talk about it.” Sam was already as socially awkward as it could get for one, never having an idea of what to say in what kind of situation was different kind of being messed up. Especially at times like this, he would be always at loss of words. No wonder why consoling wasn’t hi
