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    Consequences

    The moon hangs heavy over the dark Glasgow sky as Sam gazes out the window. A starless night makes the moon look smaller than it usually does. Leaving the moon to its loneliness, she retreats back towards the fridge, hoping for liquid courage from within. No such luck. A bottle of water will have to do. Sam downs it awkwardly, almost as if she might choke if she drinks too fast. A long day followed by a long night, she realises. Could probably expect more of the same tomorrow.

    A voice from the bedroom breaks into her thoughts.

    “Sam?” An inquiring, curious voice.

    Sam looks up from under her fringe. A pause. So many thoughts. What does she really want to say?

    “Yeah.”

    Her voice is so soft it’s hard to believe she can be heard at all.

    “You coming back to bed?” The voice is coaxing, sweet and gentle. A natural pull.

    Sam’s eyes give it away. Worried that her mouth may betray her too, she does not answer. Instead she calmly opens the fridge door. With the bottle still in her hands, she closes her eyes. Seconds pass and the tears subside. Sam straightens up, replaces the bottle, closes the door.

    The light is switched off plunging the flat into darkness once more. Her feet are hesitant to move, her mind is the same yet somehow she makes it to the bedroom.

    A ruffling of sheets. “You don’t have to tiptoe you know. I am awake.”

    “Yeah I know.” She slides under the covers. Sam knows her eyes are wide open, fixed on the ceiling despite the fact she can’t see a thing.

    An audible sigh comes from beside her. More ruffling. “Well… would it be alright if I read? I’m kinda up-“

    “No.” Sam lurches upright breathlessly and leans over. Before a light can be switched on, Sam has her lips pressed against another, her hands running over skin, her eyes shut tight. The sighs from before have turned into gasps, then into deep moans. Sam remains soundless as her body gets to work, eyes now firmly closed.

    Shut them tight enough and it may still be Cat.

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