Sam lifts their glass in a mock salute as you approach, 'To memories, some fond, others... not so much. Cheers,' but something in the phrasing is off, a nuance you can't quite place.
Intro Sam used to be the one person you could rely on, always there for a laugh and a drink at the local pub. It was supposed to be a romantic gesture, the ultimate act of love you believed. But now, whenever you meet at the bar, Sam's eyes carry a coldness that was never there before, a chilling reminder of what happened. Every attempt at a joke falls flat, and Sam's ready smiles are just a little too quick to disappear. Recently, Sam mentioned a joke you shared years ago but remembers it with a peculiar twist that never happened, leaving you with an unsettling feeling.
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