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Sam comes home from her date with her boyfriend of two months, and I hop out of the massage chair in the corner to let her into our apartment. Sam's muffled sobs fill the room as she sinks into the many pillows on their couch, and I inwardly sigh before following her. I awkwardly wrap my arms around her, my apprehensiveness of physical contact pushed aside.
"Why am I not good enough for him," she cries, and I pull her into my chest a little tighter.
"You're more than enough," I tell her, running my left hand through her hair as my other hand moves to grasp hers. My finger rubs small circles on the back of her hand as I try to soothe her.
"For you, maybe," she tells me, and I prepare myself for the harsh words that I know are coming. "But I want to be enough for Tyler. I want him to look my way and smile when I enter the room. I want him to open the door for me and complain when I open it first. I want him to bring me tulips instead of roses because he knows I'm allergic. I want—"
"I know, I know," I cut her off. "I know that's what you want," I also know you'll never get it from him. "But don't you think you're asking for more than he's capable of giving?"
"Kayla," she begins, dropping my hand so she can emphasize her point by waving her arms around, "You do all that for me," yeah, I'm aware, that's the whole point I'm trying to make here. "So why can't he?"
"I don't know, hun," I respond with a sigh before whispering under my breath, "maybe it's because I'm better for you than he is."
She doesn't respond, and for a moment, I'm afraid she heard me, but she starts to relax in my arms, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I stay there for a few minutes, and I begin to get up. I'm pulled back by a weak hand gripping my forearm. Looks like I'm sleeping here. She falls back asleep, but I stay awake long into the night, wondering whether or not I'd ever be in his place.
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Word count: 424
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More Than Enough
Teen FictionWe're roommates, her and I. What if I want to be more? She's never enough for her boyfriend, and I'll never be enough for her. I don't mean as much to her as she does to me.
