Sam inhaled sharply as she slammed the door shut behind her, collapsing on the ground. She wrapped her arms around her knees, clutching them to her chest. She gasped as she struggled for breath, tears streaming down her face. No, no, no, She recited to herself. He's not going anywhere. He won't leave me. Taking a deep breath, Sam leaned her head against the wall and drifted off…

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

It had been a normal day; Sam, Tucker, and Danny met up at the old Nasty Burger. They were sitting in their favorite booth when Danny brought up the subject.

"So," He had started, sounding unsure. "Have y'all thought of any plans for the future?" Tucker snorted.

"No," He had laughed. "Why would we do that? We just finished college two months ago."

"I know that, but we have to think of our plans sometime." Sam nodded.

"Yeah, I agree," She pressed. "We can't just run away from the future." She had turned to Danny, not sensing the hesitation in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" Danny bit his lip, pausing for a moment. He breathed in silently then let it out slowly.

"I've been thinking…" Those dreaded words would ruin Sam's life forever. She knew it, but, not at that exact moment. "I'm thinking about moving." Everything was dead silent, time stopping suddenly. Tucker dropped his drink on the floor, his eyes growing wide.

"You what?" He asked, stunned. Danny cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable.

"I'm leaving in two days." He had said the statement like it was a fact, like it was written in stone. Sam shook her head viciously.

"No you're not!" Sam demanded. She kept shaking her head as she took Danny's hand. "You can't leave! Why? Why tell us in such short notice?"

"I was afraid," Danny had whispered. "I was afraid to tell you. I don't want to. I really don't. But my family's moving to Tokyo."

"You can stay with us!" Sam pressed, clutching Danny's hand tighter. He winced as Sam forced a stiff laugh. "You can rent a condo with me and Tuck. We can work together. Pay for everything together. Be roommates. What do you think?" Danny shook his head persistently.

"I have to be with my family." That's all he had said. With those last words, he left the Nasty Burger, drink in hand. Sam had felt the tears sting the corners of her eyes.

"But I thought we were your family too, Dan."

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Sam's eyes fluttered open as she gazed around the room. The sun peeked out from behind her purple curtains, like it was trying to escape the dark. She slowly got to her feet, her mind racing. Sam looked around, trying to remember why she was on the ground. Sam squinted her eyes, trying to focus on something. Still straining to call back the night before, she opened the blinds, the sun pouring in as she did so.

When she was done, Sam made her way into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and hair in a daze, still trying to figure out what she knew was wrong. She pondered why she felt like a piece of her was missing, like she was dying. Spitting, Sam closed her eyes and concentrated on the blur of a night before. And then it came back to her.

"I'm leaving in two days."

Sam opened her eyes and took a deep breath, realizing she had her face in a sink full of water. She jerked up, coughing and wheezing. Wiping her face with a towel, Sam turned to her reflection in the mirror. She winced as she looked into the eyes of a clearly depressed woman in her twenties. She knew she wasn't supposed to act like this, but she couldn't help it.

Danny was her best friend. Better yet, Sam loved Danny – with her whole heart – and everyone knew that, except Danny. The one who Sam was in love with was the one who was completely oblivious to her strong feelings. She had loved him for years, knowing they had no chance together. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was God's plan. Whatever it is, Sam cursed it because it was standing in the way of her happiness and fairytale life with Danny Fenton.

Still pondering about her depression, Sam angrily splashed her face with water, trying to wake herself up. She knew she was just in a daze, confused by the bomb Danny had planted yesterday. Drying herself off once more, Sam turned to the cabinet to her right and pulled out a change of clothes. Laying out the jeans and tank top in front of her, Sam slipped out of her clothes from the night before. She quickly changed into the other pieces of clothing and turned back to the mirror to fix her hair mindlessly.

When she was done, Sam unlocked the door and headed downstairs, stepping over the piles of clothes and sheets. Reaching the sofa on the first floor, she landed on it with a soft Thump! and turned to the TV. She silently clicked on the remote and the television came to life, Scooby Doo running across the screen. Sam chuckled to herself as she watched Shaggy scamper away from some ghosts. Tucker was soon to be seen as he stepped into the living room. He wearily smiled to himself as he watched Sam enjoy something for the first time in a while.

"Scooby Doo-bie-doo, where are you? We have some work to do, now," Tucker sang along as he sat next to Sam on the couch. Sam jumped in his presence, but Tucker waved the upcoming question away. "What do you want for breakfast?" Sam shrugged, turning to Tucker. He smiled her way, causing her to force one on.

Sam got up and faced the front door. "I'm going to go take a walk. Do you mind?" Without waiting for Tucker's responce, Sam whirled around and walked out the front door.