“I know and I feel terrible that although all the mess Frankie caused you… You still remained impartial though at times I know you wished for me to not be so understanding of her. I am sorry that I never really considered how you felt and what position that left you in. I know Frankie is a fuck up and I was sucked into all her drama. She made me believe she wanted me… When now I know its because I was finally happy. She had to destroy that. But I won’t blame everything on her if anything I am worse than her I’m a contradiction in itself. I’m the level headed busy body that always does the right thing apart from the exception of Frankie.” Cat’s heart ached knowing she had done wrong but not able to completely justify her actions made her feel worse. There wasn’t a justifyable cause for her actions and deep down she knew it.

“This isn’t how I imagined it to be… I thought moving in would be the start of something beautiful instead I got my heart broken. I want us to move in together properly if this is going to work.” Cat questioned Sam’s motive through her body language. Confused and excited all intertwined in one feeling.
“What do you mean?”.

“I want us to move from here… This area. Find a place we can make our own. I’ve been offered a transfer in the next town and I want you to come with me”. Sam pushed the strands of hair that strayed and cupped it behind her ears. Nervous and surprised she had asked. She knew what she was asking of the brunette but in her mind if she wasn’t worth the risk she wasn’t worth a second chance.

Cat sat there stunned at the revelation Sam wanted her to move but not only that, to another town. She could see these were the conditions on making a fresh start. But still as much as her heart yearned to be with Sam she found herself unsure if she could leave everything behind her job, her friends and  family. Was this really fair and could she be brave enough to take the risk and expand the mould.

Silence fell upon both women, letting the moment linger at little longer than Sam would of liked . Maybe just maybe Sam thought she would be worth all of this. The truth of the matter was she didn’t want to see Frankie or hear of her again. She couldn’t bare the thought of her touching Cat… Her Cat. She couldn’t sit there much longer, it was obvious what Cat’s answer would be. Getting up to gather her things she found her cheeks to be wet. Maybe this wasn’t meant to be and Cat was just another reminder everyone she loved would leave. Cat instinctively grabbed Sam’s wrist, she did it with care put she was more firm than usual. Using what little strength she found she had.