comeuppance

Samuel

We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do

Sam stopped as Wessex blocked his exit, stumbling back a foot. He was silent as she asked her accusatory questions, shaking just slightly as his eyes grew wet. He blinked, forcing the tears back down - and as he swallowed them, something else came up into his throat. A determination that he had found within himself several times recently.

Activating his barrier to keep him safe from Wessex's knife, Sam straightened up and said back loudly, but not shouting: "No. I have made a mistake. I'm sorry for that and I am doing what I can to fix it. That does not make me bad and I am not the biggest challenge we have here." Speaking like this to Wessex was terrifying, but he kept his gaze steady, knowing he had to start standing up for himself at some point.

"I have apologised, spoken to The Voice and Rexanna and we have ways to fix things. I don't see why you need to tell me how awful I am on top of that. B-believe me, plenty of people have told me over the years." He took in a breath of anxiety rather than necessity, forcing himself to stay straight faced.

Or make each moment new