now, that question comes...not unexpectedly, but sam doesn't find it to be a welcome one.
the only one among them who knows sam's history is goodnight; the only one of them who's given him those looks, that subtle call of "bullshit" that he hasn't quite voiced aloud.
"she's about the same age your sister'd be by now, huh?"
"yeah. she is."
(and maybe that's another part of it, sam's thought. if his sister had had the years, she'd be emma cullen's age, maybe already married off and enjoying her own life. maybe both of his sisters could've had something they loved just as fiercely as emma loved her husband and loved her town.
maybe. just maybe.) ]
I've seen these sorts of dark days in plenty'a towns.
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now, that question comes...not unexpectedly, but sam doesn't find it to be a welcome one.
the only one among them who knows sam's history is goodnight; the only one of them who's given him those looks, that subtle call of "bullshit" that he hasn't quite voiced aloud.
"she's about the same age your sister'd be by now, huh?"
"yeah. she is."
(and maybe that's another part of it, sam's thought. if his sister had had the years, she'd be emma cullen's age, maybe already married off and enjoying her own life. maybe both of his sisters could've had something they loved just as fiercely as emma loved her husband and loved her town.
maybe. just maybe.) ]
I've seen these sorts of dark days in plenty'a towns.
[ evasion at its finest. ]
Lotta places with brutal odds in brutal times.