If anyone is made for you.

"It's already night, Sire. How about you rest better tonight and make your grand entrance back to your kingdom tomorrow morning?"

He looked at me, and gave a smug one sided smile.

"I am not going to my subjects. I am going to see Samantha. She must be so worried."

I pushed my negative thoughts about her aside and smiled. "Yes, Sire. I will escort you."

He nodded and started to walk slowly. I could tell he still felt weak, but its hard to let him stay put when his heart is somewhere else.

I opened the door for him, and he walked out.

SAMANTHA'S P.O.V

I moved my head on the hard surface I had balanced it on. I didn't realize when I had fallen asleep, with my head leaning on the door, but I figured it was due to being so tired and crying so hard.

I stood up from my position on the floor, rubbing my head. It hurt pretty badly, and I felt sour all over. 

I turned the door knob, but it didn't budge. It was still locked. 

"Damn it!" I muttered harshly under my breath and turned to the bed. I wondered how Morgan was, and how he was feeling by now. Tears filled my eyes as the scene came to me again, my heart thumping in a slow rhythm in my chest. The way he looked would be etched in my memories for life, and it had to happen right after I had told him I hated his kisses.

"It's fine, princess," a voice said and I looked up, coming face to face with Morgan who was standing by the door, a smile plastered on his pale face. I stood up, and without thinking it over ran into his ready arms.

"I'm sorry..I'm so sorry sorry, Morgan..I was so scared and.."

"Shh..don't." He placed a long finger on my lips amd I stopped. "Queens don't cry. Not when their kings are right here." 

I giggled and punched him fondly and he laughed, before his face took on a more serious expression.

"Were you hurt? Does anything hurt?" He asked.

"Funny how you're the one who's hurt and you're worrying about me."

He closed the door with a foot, then slowly held my waist and started to walk forward. 

"If I don't worry about you, I might as well be there, on my bed, unconscious."

It felt clean and fresh doing this with him, and I let down all my walls. Shut off the urge to overthink and let my arms wrap around his neck. 

"Really now, why?" I asked, knowing the answer well enough.

"You're my life, Samantha. I know you're just relieved about me being well now, but later you'll stop being this way. And God, i'll miss it. So much."

We got to the bed now, and we stood at the edge of it, still entangled.

"I don't hate you." 

"But you don't love me either."

"I guess I could have, Morgan, but I kept stopping myself cause you are this best friend who is so not made for me."

He laughed, shaking his head. "If anyone is made for you, Samantha, I would like to believe that's me."