The sun is about to set. The sunset reminds me of Sam.

It looks so beautiful and bright and colorful before it's gone.

Remembering him was hard but forgetting him was way more difficult.

"SAM!" I hold my hand to my chest and I look away from the blonde in front of me. My heart was racing now more than ever because I was about to tell him something I wasn't ever going to tell him At the same place where we first met. My hands feel sweaty. His face stays the same, despite my panicked figure. "I like you!"

I say the words that I have been avoiding. The word that describes what I’ve been feeling for mouths but

He doesn't look all too surprised

It starts raining.

A clash of thunder made me flinch or was it what he said?

“I am sorry.” My hair was damp. I watched as he turned around and walked away. Something shifted inside me. I wish I said something to stop him. Anything because that was the last time I saw him in years. For years I went to that same spot where he left me crying.

For most people it's history but for me, whenever I close my eyes it all comes back clearly. The flames, the feeling of water flowing into my lungs. The feeling of tears on my face. Somehow I wasn't mad at them for what they did but I knew deep down that I would never be that me again.

It's hard to let go of the past even more difficult to hold a grudge knowing it would only hurt me in the end.

More than anything I hate the past that I can't even change.

She could hear the heavy thud of her own boot steps. I walked into the hospital room. I look at the poor guy a shot.

I sat down on the bed next to him. The nurse walked up to me telling me he was going to be fine. I hear another set of footsteps. I turned around to see the red head. "You know he

Underestimated you. That's why he lost."

I look back at him slightly regretting pulling the trigger. "He didn't think you would have the guts to shoot."

I slightly raised my eyebrows. "Oh so you're saying he is not a complete psycho who wanted to get shot at?" My voice was

Laced with sarcasm. He ignored my comment.

"I won the first round because of you. You weaken my opponent." I rolled my eyes. "He shouldn't have tried to take my weapon. I wasn't trying to help."

"But still you did. Even if you didn't mean to help me, thanks."

I glare at him a bit before standing up. "You didn't even win. You only got a few gold coins."

His fists were white from clenching them so hard. "Don't worry, sweetheart. That's all I needed." The nickname slightly pissed me off considering I barely know the guy.

"Don't call me sweetheart." I push past him and I walk to my carriage.