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Bea’s fist hovers over the door but refuses to make contact. Her knuckles are pathetic and cowardly, but that’s no surprise is it? So is the rest of her. That’s why she’s put this off as long as she has. At first she’d just been hoping Sammy – Sam, she doesn’t deserve to use the blonde’s nickname, does she? – would forget all the effects of the curse like so many others. She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy for her. Bea’s spent centuries ruining lives it makes sense she’d ruin the only love she’s had that wasn’t manufactured, stolen or otherwise manipulated – this is her karma. She frets because she cares, but she knows the longer she lets this go the worse it will be, so it’s time to be brave.Â
Knuckles make contact with hardwood and now all she can do is wait and hope Sam will actually answer.
Tossing the remote aside, Sam welcomes the interruption from searching Netflix for the perfect thing to watch, or she did until she looks through the peep hole to see who was standing on the other side of her door. There was so many times before that just seeing a glimpse of Bea would have had the door swinging open as fast as the hinges allowed it, but this time she’s frozen. She’d be lying if she said a part of her wasn’t glad to see Bea even now, but the part of her that is confused, angry, and so hurt, quickly outweighs it.Â
Sam takes a breath to try to calm the emotional hurricane currently playing out inside her. It’s not at all successful, but she hopes that’s she hiding it well as she finally turns the door knob and opens the door. It’s not until she sees Bea standing in front of her without the distorted view through the door to separate then that Sam realizes she should have thought of something to say.
“I uh..I didn’t know you were coming over.”