fools 📚 sam + kennedy
Honestly this past week had been awful – his bed that had been empty for weeks, but finally he’d returned to it. It felt so strange sleeping alone and being away from Sam. This, of course, was his own doing, so he really shouldn’t have been complaining, but he was complaining. Mostly because it hurt. He really wanted Sam back, but he didn’t know how to do it. He tried his hardest to forget about the other boy, by drinking. Kennedy couldn’t think of anything that he could do to actually forget about the other boy. How could he have just let go of Sam that easily. They hadn’t been dating that long, but still Sam had stuck beside him the entire time. Kennedy on the other hand… well – apparently was not the same. And maybe that’s why he was slowly drinking himself into death. He didn’t really know; he’d never really drank until now. Kennedy just really wanted Sam back. Though he wasn’t sure that the other would be as willing to let him back as Kennedy wished he would be. He had no idea how long it had been since he made the mistake of leaving.
The boy was drunk. Or just not sober. This was his constant state as of late. Ever since the brak up. He hadn’t been to class since the breakup. So he had no idea how much he had actually missed, and surprisingly he didn’t care about that at all. Kennedy had barely left the tower either because he knew just how horrible he’d feel if he ran into Sam or any of his friends. He just wanted to feel better and he wanted Sam back. More than anything he wanted to go back in time and stop himself from leaving, but it was too late for that. It was far too late for that. Kennedy found himself walking towards Hufflepuff. He was tired of sleeping in Ravenclaw. He wanted to go back to Sam’s bed. Sure he missed the kisses and sex, but he also missed Sam’s company and how comfortable he was with a person. He found himself outside Hufflepuff, unable to get inside. Kennedy leaned against the wall, sliding down so he was sitting and began to sob.
