Private Finished Will You Be My Valentine?

The unused tower, where they had exchanged Christmas gifts, had become sort of a regular place for Sam and Bel to hang out together, fool around, make love or simply be alone reading or studying together.

In fact, Bel still came up there every so often to be alone, think about life, meditate and because she simply felt closer to Sam up there, and part of her had hoped, always foolishly, that she'd bump into him again. Unfortunately, that never seemed to happen. Sam never appeared when she was there, and that always left her feeling slightly disappointed and raw inside.

Climbing to the tower in a long dark blue dress that accentuated her curves, Bel didn't bother to turn the lights on in the classroom. The moonlight bouncing off the snow light up the room in a soft haze, bright enough for her to strategically place a few pillar candles around the room and light them. Bel then opened a bottle of wine, poured herself a glass and sat down on the warm blanket she had placed on the floor and waited.

Bel had sent Sam a Valentine message because she missed him terribly and wanted to see him again. And no amount of drinking, partying, making out with strangers or rebelling changed the fact that Sam was still the one she wanted and loved even if it was supposedly wrong.

Sighing softly, Bel looked around the quiet room and then stared down at her hand and at the ring he had given her and that she still wore, her other hand moving to her throat and fingering the locket that Sam had sent her, now wondering if he'd even show tonight or if he hated her or was disgusted by Bel - all dark thoughts that went through her head now as she sipped her wine, feeling uncertain if she had done the right thing or not.

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Bel was lost in her own little world, a place she often found her mind wandering off to lately, when Sam finally arrived. Gazing up towards the door when she heard a voice, Bel gasped when she saw Sam. He had come - was the only thing that registered in her mind. Scrambling to her feet, placing her wine glass on a desk, she stood there staring at Sam for a second not knowing what to do. Bel had hoped he'd show, but part of her hadn't expected him to.

And as she stood there staring, she saw just how disheveled and unshaven he looked and felt her heart begin to ache. She hadn't considered, not really, just how much he might be hurting too.

"You came," Bel breathed softly, her voice full of emotion as she moved closer, covering the distance between them easily, stopping only when she was less than two feet away from him, wanting to throw herself at him, hug him tight, put her arms around him, something.

Bel just sighed sadly, nodded in agreement and shrugged at Sam's observation about being fucked up. She had to admit that it had not been easy for her either, she didn't look as bad as Sam but that didn't mean she didn't hurt any less than he was hurting.

"I have really really missed you, you know?" Bel confessed as she moved a little closer to him, close enough to take his hand, and immediately feeling the electricity again as she intertwined her fingers in his as she pulled him forwards into the classroom with her.

Bel had sort of expected Sam to react funny, although she had hoped that at least he'd be happier to see her than he appeared to be.

"I wanted to talk, see you again," she said with a tiny almost resigned looked on her face. "I miss you, and I... " here she stopped and sighed, thinking of Agnes's advice. It was good advice and logical, but for some reason, it was hard too.

"I am miserable without you," she told him matter-of-factly, sitting down at a desk. "No matter what I do, how much I party, who I meet, who I date, make out with... " here she would let the rest be implied as she stared at him.

"They are not you," she admitted.

Bel shook her head sadly as Sam talked. Being touched by the gods was a bitch. It could screw with one's mind and badly. Luckily she only heard the thoughts and felt the feelings of the non-magical which had been a blessing when she came here as 98% of the population had some type of magic running through them. Back in the Narrow Reality, she had not been so lucky and had sometimes had to spend time alone or in the company of one or two people.

As she listened, Bel realised in quiet dismay what Sam's "gift" probably was. He had been given foresight, but with all the possible endings too that probably changed constantly. A curse more than a blessing in her mind.

"Don't Sam..." Bel said finally, having just let him ramble and pace. "Just don't," she started again.

"Stop blaming yourself for everything," Bel said very firmly, "You could not have known, and you can't know now what will happen. You know you cannot anticipate something that may or may not happen or may change the moment I turn around or change my mind," she stated logically, feeling, for the first time in weeks, some of her old fire returning.

"You did not push me to do any of the things I did. I did them because I was hurt and angry and wanted to get back at Beltane," she said, her voice now taking on a defiant tone.