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SAMMY

Sammy was in a really bad place. She was mostly driven by passion and determination, which her father really hated. He thought she was too self absorbed with the events in her life. Sammy would beg to disagree; the things and people in her life needed her touch. Only then would they be able to be fulfilled. She was the messiah for them. She made them feel better, just like she did Tessa.

Oh, Tessa.

Tessa was the first best friend she’d ever made. Sure, she had lots of friends, but most of them didn’t seem to want her. Tessa was the only one who actually needed her touch in her life. She was in a messy place then, obsessed with a man who would never love her. It took Sammy weeks—almost a month—to drag her out of that dark place. She showed her enough love to smother her, just enough for Tessa to be drawn to her.

“He’s trash,” Sammy said to her the first time they talked about Tessa’s obsession. “He’s not worth it. You’re not supposed to fight a man who isn’t worth it to you.”

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