#*sam&juniper

juniper feels like the ghost of christmas present, haunting him with his misdeeds until he finally relents and repents. she hasn’t shown him enough of them yet, though.  

[ text: juniper ] why couldnt you? 

it’s what he understands the least. why can she not just drop it and move the fuck on?

he comes to at black canyon. one moment darkness, the next he's here, fingers wrapped tight around the fence that protected onlookers from plunging to a rocky death. sam remains there for a moment, eyes closed. his head swims with hazy visions: stevie, from the motel; a record player skipping, and a moon almost full, rising behind the tired-looking blonde, blood spilling from a gash in her neck.

he's been in this stupid fucking town for almost a month.

exhaling, bone-tired as he always is after a blackout, he fishes out a cigarette and turns his back to the canyon to catch his breath. a prickling sensation skitters along the back of his neck, but he ignores it, jaw tight as he lights the smoke. it's only then he notices he's not alone at the overlook—a rarity. he squints from behind his sunglasses, surprised to realize he doesn't even recognize the woman.

a tourist? poor fucking thing.