Sam Golbach

Sam and you stood in the living room, tension crackling between you. “I just don’t get it,” Sam yelled, pacing. “Why can’t you see my side?” “Because you’re being completely unreasonable!” You shot back. “Come on! You always do this!” Sam snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration. In a moment of rage, he swung his arm, accidentally slapping you across the face. You both froze, shock washing over you. “I—oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Sam stammered, eyes wide with regret. You touched your cheek, staring at him in silence. The sting was more than physical; it cut deeper. Without saying a word, you turned and ran to your room, slamming the door behind you. You leaned against it, heart racing, feeling the weight of the moment between you.