"S-Sam," his dozy eyes had gone wide in surprise. "S-Sam, is that y-you?" He repeated, slowly pushing himself up with one arm to face her.
His eyes were fast to examine the woman standing before him and there is no denying that she's, in fact, Samantha. Once again, he felt the same twinging sensation he felt a while ago sailing in his chest. He couln't believe his eyes that he had to walk closer and placed a hand on her pale face.
"It's you," Scott's hands trembled—is it fear? No—it's guilt—that sheen tears started forming in his eyes. The woman didn't say a word; she's looking deeply into his eyes, frowned, and opened her mouth to speak.
"You're not supposed to go upstairs," she whispered, snapping Scott back into his senses from drowing into mixed emotions. "You must stop before reach
