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ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #3
Date: 8/28/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
gotten her life back on track, and he derailed everything by swooping in like an angel, and then flying away just as quickly. It had been over a year since they'd embraced the spark between them and fanned the flames, but here and now, on the docks in the mild fog, she wanted to rekindle every single ember of that blaze. "Sam, I'm getting married in just a couple days… I can't do this anymore. If you can't handle the fact that I'm getting married, maybe…" he struggled with telling this girl, who he still loved dearly, the thing that would crush her dreams, but he had no choice. "Maybe you should just get a ferry home." "I can't… I can't just go, Freddie. I want you to be happy." Sam was on the verge of crying. "That's the fucked up thing. I know Jade's really what would make you happy, but I had to try… I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try. Because I know you were, and still are, what always makes me happy." Freddie moved forward to hug her for this revelation, but she took a step back. "Not yet…" she muttered. "I can't feel your touch and walk away. It's one or the other." The former tech producer knew that Sam really did need someone to hold her, but he also knew how important it was that he kept his emotional distance. "I'm sorry it happened the way it did, you know." "Yeah… but at least you got to walk away from it." Sam said, slowly turning around to head back to the house. "But me… I'm still in ... that old apartment, laying there naked, and waiting on you to come back with the food you promised." Freddie took a deep sigh. He fucked that up. He fucked that up…. Bad. There really wasn't a week that went by that he didn't think about what he did. Just leaving for 'a bit' and then never coming back… ending things via text. The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he felt for what he did. It was even worse than the debacle with Tori sophomore year. By the time he had snapped out of his painful regrets and memories, Sam was gone, headed back inside, no doubt, and Freddie, unable to face his future wife with the way he was feeling, decided to actually take that jog through the woods, praying he could clear his mind and conscience at long last. * * * KNOCK, KNOCK "Robbie?" The awkward curly haired teen was standing in his bathroom and debated responding to Tori at the door, since it was early enough he could just fake being asl*ep, but he couldn't do that to someone and it wasn't Tori's fault he felt the way he did. "Yeah?" "I… uh… just kinda wanted to make sure you were doing ok." "Yeah," he called back. "I guess so." "Well, I saw you freak out at dinner last night after what went on with Trina… and I don't know anything for context, but I'm sorry for whatever happened and-" Robbie opened the door, his hand towel still practically wrapped on his hand. "You don't need to keep apologizing for Trina, Tori… you've been ...