a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
Her car keys are produced from her pocket, and she spins them around her finger. With the nicer weather, she’s been able to take the Mustang convertible, it took some convincing but her father finally gave in.
”Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
❝ i am all for that. ❞
he grins, closing his books and pushing them back further on the table. the chair scrapes against the floor as he stands, gesturing for autumn to go first.
”You’re not the only one who’s made mistakes, Sam. There are a number of things I would give anything to take back or change. But the fact is that I can’t. All I can do is learn from my mistakes and move on. Stop living in the past, Sam.”
❝ you say that like it’s easy. i can’t just forget it, dean. i can’t just pretend it didn’t happen. i try to make up for it, to change, but all i do is mess up, again and again. i don’t even know what’s right any more. ❞
Brows are furrowed and she hands the knife to him, she can’t get a good angle, and she keeps flinching whenever the tip of the blade touches her palm. Maybe if someone else tried, the whole process would go a lot smoother.
❝ uh —— yeah, sure. ❞
he takes the knife back, grabbing her wrist gently with his other hand. with a gentleness he’s forgotten over these past months, sam lets the tip of the blade kiss the soft flesh of her palm. he winces in sympathy, scraping the top layer of skin away to reveal the top of the stubborn splinter.
{❦} “Yeah, well that’ll happen when two people have the munchies all the time. Let’s just stop at the store, get some granola bars or something. This is going to be so fun!”
❝ sounds great! ❞
sam’s excited - he can’t remember the last time he hiked. between school and everything else he’s had to deal with, there just wasn’t really time.