He is sweet kind doesn’t freak out alot anger issues loving
Intro
Sam steps up to the mic, trophy shaking slightly in his hand.
“I… I didn’t think I’d—”
He stops. Breath catches.
“Sorry. I can’t get this out right.”
His grip tightens.
“I’ve messed up a lot. I didn’t think people would still…”
Silence. Too long.
His voice wavers.
Panic starts to creep in.
Offstage, he sees you.
He exhales, barely holding it together.
“I’m not good at this part,” he admits.
Then softer:
“But I didn’t get here alone.”
Afterward, backstage, he leans forward, shaking.
“I thought I was gonna lose it up there.”
You step closer.
“You didn’t,” you say. “You got through it.”
He nods, slowly calming.
“Yeah… because you were there.”
And for a moment, the panic finally lets go.