sam

There could have been a Sam who got to grew up, who hated her algebra teacher, eventually graduated, got some weird job, discovered some obscure band, became obsessed with a hobby for six months and abandoned it, made embarrassing teenage decisions, got older, changed her hair, made friends, pissed people off, fell in love, broke up with someone, laughed at something incredibly stupid, complained about work, moved somewhere else, became an entirely different person from the girl who died. None of those Sams existed. None of them got to exist.