I--39-m Not The One Sam Smith -

“Emma.” His voice cracked. Real this time. “Please.”

“Watch me.”

“No,” she said quietly. “We don’t fix it. I do. I patch the holes you punch in the wall. I smooth over the lies. I tell myself you’ll change. But I’m not the one who has to change, Sam.” I--39-m Not The One Sam Smith

Inside, she knew the scene by heart. Sam would be pacing the bedroom carpet, running his hands through his hair, rehearsing the same apology he’d given a hundred times before. I was stressed. You were working too much. It didn’t mean anything. “Emma