I am bored and i had a cool idea for a story so i am writing, (more like typing) it all down. it might be stupid but i need to gte it out of my head. so i a really sorry if it totally blows big time. Here we go...
Title- One More Chance
Description- Sam sees the girl he left behind two years ago. It was more like she left him and he hasn't been the same since her. But he sees her in town one day and it gives him hope that maybe this was his chance to fix the problems that had appeared in his marriage two years ago. Maybe.
Sam Winchester 24 years old.
Kelly Mitchell 23 years old.
Sam closed him laptop and sighed. It had been almost two years and things still felt off. Everything was off for Sam lately, his game, his thinking skills, and his talking ability. He had been held up in his own world for so long, it was difficult for him to speak anymore. Dean started distancing himself far away from his brother afraid of what he was going to do. Sam only saw Dean a couple times a week. Other than that he held himself up in his one roomed apartment in Pennsylvania. Of course, two years ago, all sam needed was a one room apartment, that was enough space. Now, it seemed too cramped. He got up from the dining room table and looked out his kitchen window for the millionth time that day. Whatever he was waiting for, wasn't coming around anytime soon. He rubbed his left hand. It was sore from typing on his computer all afternoon. He noticed the shadow of a ring that once sat on his ring finger. Sam knew it would only be a shadow for a while longer before the indent was completely gone. He grabbed his coat and walked out the door. He needed a distraction.
Sam sat at the bar with Morrie. Morrie was the fifty year old bartender that called cabs and housed the wasted without an argument. Morrie was a sweet old man with a wife, two kids, and one grandkid. He had pictures of them everywhere in the bar and the pictures were always changing and updating. They made Sam laugh. He chugged his bourbon down and asked Morrie for another one.
"Are you staying here tonight Sam?" Morrie asked his customer.
Sam shook his head, "No. Gimme one more and I am leavin." Morrie nodded and refilled Sam's shot glass. Sam paid his bill and got up on two wobbling feet. He was stumbling out the door when his shoulder blantently hit something. Sam glanced up to see the back head of a brunette. His heart skipped. Could it be? When she turned around, even drunk, he knew it wasn't her. She was prettier. sam walked towards the parking garage thinking of all the things he had to do before work on Monday; it was Saturday. He tripped on the sidewalk ovr a divet when he heard laughter coming from the other side of the street. he knew that laugh. He turned to see the girl but her face wasn't visible, just her voice. It carried in the wind and Sam knew. He knew it was the girl he once loved, still loved. She was back, but for how long?
so i am not sure how this idea sounds so lemme know if your interested alright?