All Chapters of Don't call me yours, Mister : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"No Samantha, the solution is for you to back the fuck down from this and hopefully come to your senses that life gets in the way times for people but that's what we signed up for, that's adulting and we just have to suck it up while making the best of it. And I don't appreciate you making me feel like that's not what I've been doing, I struggle sometimes but I'm trying. Maybe you're just trying a bit too hard, you always were an overthinker and made habits of turning messes into bigger shit than they truly needed to be." Alexander sneered before he rose up from his chair, snatched his papers and barreled out of sight, leaving a very hollow Samantha.But Samantha swelled up the more she stood there, every word of Alexander a painful intake of hurt and despair, anger, blowing up like a balloon of whirlwind emotions that poured out of him like a flood. The tears came followed by the first stuttered breath, a promise of an onslaught of broken sobs....end of Friday flashback...Samantha s

The couple broke apart at his announcing voice and faced front. The air around them being much lighter and less suffocating was answer enough, and a miniscule movement quirked at the corner of Mike's mouth when two heads bobbed at him before he retrieved his clipboard and dove straight back into business."No good relationship will function without communication involved. Listening and hearing each other's problems is a must, that's the only way you'll overcome whatever obstacles you encounter. It's alright to take a step back and remove yourself from whatever the situation may be but to avoid gaping conflict in your relationship, always come back to meet each other halfway. Work it out, mend it out, talk it out. Whatever it is, don't leave it hanging. Understand? Great. I have a quick exercise I want to go through with you both before you leave today along with your new weekly assignment. It's 21 Questions basically, but you're going to be answering questions I've prepared on each oth

A faint smile returned to Samantha, and she shook her head. "I admit the first week was rough but he's trying now." her mind reminded her back to earlier before she left with Ken and how Sebestian took initiation of their parting kiss and hug, her heart still fluttered from being pulled in close. "No, it's just a bit upsetting to me that we have to do these at all. We're eith eachother, we shouldn't have to be scheduled when we hug or kiss. That's a natural choice we can make whenever so it shows to tell how much we've fallen." Samantha sighed and glanced out the window. "We work so much...maybe if I didn't work two jobs-""And maybe if Alexander was jobless. Like no, that doesn't matter Minnie so don't even go there." Ken scorned, cutting Samantha's mumble off. "Why should you be the only one to make sacrifices here, huh. Just because you both work a lot doesn't excuse anything and it definitely doesn't give you the right or make it fair if you quit one job to accommodate Alexander wh

Alexander ran his hand through his hair in vexation, dark strands catching on slender fingers as he stared unseeing ling at the lit-up screen of his home computer. The memory burned something fierce within the raven haired who finally just hunched over, hands covering his face which hid away the silent tears falling."Why are they always late, I swear to god." Mike was currently the spitting image of the grumpy. Supple lips turned down, exotically curved eyes judgmental yet having no energy to express it fully, and topping it off, his arms were crossed moodily as he impatiently tapped his booted foot on the marble floor."Be patient sweet love." Warm arms cascaded down around him before an equally warm body implanted into Mike's side. "Sen texted me they were going to be a few minutes late." Ashly reassured hir lover and calmly rubbed Mike's arms before releasing him, instead opting to loop their arms together loosely."Babe, a few minutes in their language is fifteen and plus minutes,

Samantha was a limp log curled on the living room couch; eyes locked unseeingly on the television. The random show playing fell on deaf ears despite the high-volume Samnatha had it turned up on, too busy swimming in her thoughts. It was only just last week that she had seen Ken, but it felt like a lifetime ago considering the hectic week Samantha got swept up in. On top of another weekly session with Mike, which included a new weekly assignment (cuddling for fifteen minutes every day), Samantha managed to cramp most of everything she had to get done with the winter recitals, although stressful and draining, it was all worth it because now she only had to worry about makeup and costuming, and a few other minor tasks that could easily be handled now that the important matters were dealt with. It was a weight she removed off her shoulder so that she didn't have to focus on anything else while she visited her mother's grave, which happened a few days ago.She could still feel her brother's