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TARA X FEM!READER Pure smut because I'm too lazy to make a storyline.

Warnings: Smut...yes.

i really can't take anything seriously.

"Baby..." Tara whimpers as she wiggles on top of you. You weren't sure how she was managing to talk, as you had your tongue practically down her throat, but you were impressed nonetheless.

Gently, you slid your hand under that tight white tank top she always wore to bed...god, that top got you wet so easily.

You slide the thin fabric over the tiny girls head, before reattaching your lips and sliding your tongue back into her mouth, desperate for it to meet hers.

"I n-need you..." She gasped out, stuttering over her words as she ground your hips with hers, gasping when she would move in ways that would grind her clit with her panties.

"I know you do baby..." You say softly, un-clipping the light pink lace bra the brunette was wearing. You slide it gently down her arms before kissing her cheek gently, listening to her pants as you move down to her neck.

You slowly suck her flesh into your mouth, biting softly when it slides between her teeth. Her usual Tara taste was mixed with the salty residue of sweat from her anticipation. She whimpers. You softly take her left breast into your hand, rolling and massaging it, desperate to bring your girl pleasure.

"O-Ohhh..." Tara sighs when your thumb makes contact with her nipple, and you feel her relax against you. "I need more..."

You shake your head teasingly at her impatience. You remove your own shirt before softly pulling the drawstring on Tara's tiny shorts. You slid them off with ease before tossing those on the floor, where it landed alongside the rest of Tara's previously worn clothing. You softly slid your hands down to fiddle with the edge of her soft underwear, relishing in the way she squirmed at the lightest teasing.

You almost laugh out loud when you brush a knuckle against her clit through the cloth and she pitched forward, almost knocking your heads together.

"Woah there, angel." You laugh softly, before gripping her small waist to steady her. You gently slide her panties down her legs, smiling softly when you notice the wet spot on her panties. You realize Tara's tiny hands fumbling with your bra, so you lift yourself, making it easier for her.

"God..." She groans out softly. "You have no idea how bad I need you right now."

You smile before kissing her cheek. "Tara baby...god you're so damn perfect."

She whimpered at your words. You softly laugh before flipping you two around, laying the smaller girl on her back on her pale blue bed spread. You bent down on the floor, pulling Tara by the legs to the edge of the bed. You spread her sweet thighs, revealing her sweet, wet entrance.

"God you're so wet for me baby..." You whisper softly, before kissing her knee and making your way up her leg before meet the inside of her thigh. Her breathing was ragged and clipped, pants and gasps escaping her throat as you brush your lips against her thigh. She's always been sensitive...but damn.

You settle between her legs before softly intertwining your fingers with hers. She smiles as the gesture, the smile quickly turning into a moan as you swipe your tongue between her slick folds. She tastes sweet, with a slightly salty edge. She's practically dripping on the bed sheets, and you softly slide your tongue up her slit a few more times before kissing right above her clit.

"O-O-Ohhh..." She moans out. "Y/N...oh fuck..." You slid your fingers deep inside the girl, reaching as far in as you can go with your two fingers. She drips all over your palm, sweet girl slick covering your digits.

She gasps softly when you wrap your lips around her clit, sucking and pulling the sensitive bud into your mouth. She gasps and cries out softly, a noise that made you unbelievably horny. You flick your tongue against her clit, causing her breathing to come out in short spurts.

You smile against her folds before removing your mouth from her clit and sliding your fingers out, causing a long drawn out groan from Tara. You softly begin to rub tight circles on her clit, before sliding your tongue into her slit, fucking her with your muscle.

"SHIT!" She cries out, having to hold herself down from bucking her hips into your face too hard. She's gasping, whimpering, moaning, and you trail your free hand up to her breasts, rolling a single, perfect tit in your palm.

"I'm gonna c-cum..." She whispers to you, dazed. You nod in response, you can feel her tightening and pulsing desperately. You switch back to sucking her clit and fingering her, causing dramatic gasps to leave your girls throat.

"Ohhh~" She groans out. "Y/NnN!" She cries out, eyes shutting, tightening down on your fingers when you lightly nipped her clit with your teeth.

You feel her muscles pulse and a spurt of liquid gushes from her tiny opening. You lick it up, cupping it on your tongue before swallowing. Tara turns red at the action before sighing and letting herself collapse backwards on the bed. You climb up to greet her, softly laying next to her. You pull her flush against you, basking in the tinier girls body warmth.

"I love you..." Tara mumbles against your flesh. She looks up with those big eyes and you feel like melting.

"I love you too sweet girl."

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Crying, shitting my pants, what is this, why did I do it...??? HEelp!?

reminder of my 13 years of life. i dont know what im doing. do not expect shit from me.

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Memories - Tara Carpenter

I'm using da lyrics from 'Memories' by my angelic sweet angel face Conan Gray. I worship him. Thank you.

i dont even know how to classifiy this or whatever but lie eyhahh

yey.

It's been a couple months That's just about enough time For me to stop crying when I look at all the pictures

The Polaroids on your bed sheet. The small, scribbled dates in blue sharpie on the back. The way you genuinely looked happy in the photo. The way your own face looked back at you. The way her face looked back at you. It's been months. Get over it. That's what your friends tell you. What your family tells you. What you tell yourself.

Now I kinda smile, I haven't felt that in a while It's late, I hear the door Bell ringing and it's pouring

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision and causing the lights to disable it completely. You needed to put these pictures down. Throw them away, lock them up, anything. Anything to make you stop looking. The sad, sarcastic laugh escapes your throat and you feel weird the moment it comes out.

You jump as the doorbell rings. You don't know who it could be. Its raining outside, you can hardly see the streetlamps. Your wearing the same baggy, stained shirt you'd been wearing for the previous week and a half. It might have been hers, you honestly can't remember.

You stumble to the door, opening it and feeling your eyes widen.

I open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance You just wanna talk and I can't turn away a wet dog

"Tara." You say, a slight twinge of coldness to your tone, although you were too shocked and hurt to muster up enough to shoot at her.

"Y/n." She said softly, the same tone as yours but the coldness replaced with what normally you would label as guilt. But Tara doesn't feel guilty....does she?

"Can I..." You clear your throat, willing yourself not to shout or cry or blame her for everything. It takes a lot of strength to not shut the door in her face, but you've always had a soft spot for her. "Can I help you?"

"I just...I just want to talk." She stares at her feet.

"Oh."

"Okay."

But please don't ruin this for me Please don't make it harder than it already is I'm trying to get over this

You can't have this girl ruining everything. Barging back in, to 'talk'. But you knew. You knew how much you wanted her back. But you're working for it. Working on getting over it. You're trying, you really are, but fuck. It might not be working. She's making this harder by coming here, bugging you. If she'd let you be, you'd forget about her, at some point.

Right?

I wish that you would stay in my memories But you show up today, just to ruin things I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized

You wanted to forget. Have it all gone. Burn those fucking photos. But she's here, and she's real, and she's talking about how sorry she is, how her life is a mess and she needs a place to stay. And you can't do it now, you couldn't do it before and certainly not when she's crying in your living room. But you needed to get over her. You were scared.

But you're not letting me do that, 'cause tonight You're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position Too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say

She's been drinking. The daze in her eyes and her wobbly movements and speech would show that to anyone. She's crying, telling you she left you for your own sake, that she didn't mean it and she was just having a hard time with life.

But now you were having a hard time. Because of her. And here she was, drunkenly crying to you. And here you were, letting her back in, for what? What're you getting out of this?

But you just can't turn her away.

"I wish that you would stay in my memories" In my memories, stay in my memories

"Tara, it's not right. You should leave. You're in my past. Go."

"G-God, please Y/n...d-don't k-kick me out-t." She sniffled, and her big brown eyes filled with more tears and suddenly you felt guilty, like kicking a bird from it's nest. But this wasn't her place. She didn't live here, you weren't with her. She had no right to stay.

But for some crazy reason you'd definitely regret in a day, you let her stay.

Now I can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night You see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning Over and over again

"Can I stay over?" She asked you softly, her eyes wide and you couldn't say no.

Why can't you ever say no?

You knew that you'd never leave her behind if she kept coming back, forcing her way back into your heart. You knew you'd never get over her when she's laying on you couch like she used to, eyes closed and a sweet, innocent aura surrounding her sleeping figure.

I promise that the ending always stays the same So there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again

You weren't ever going to go back to the way it was. She needs to stop trying. There's nothing in your favor. In your relationships favor. There's nothing that makes you two an important couple. You were just two people. You couldn't be with her anymore. That ship had sailed, and relationships never last through the second round.

I can't be your friend, can't be your lover Can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love With somebody other than me

You couldn't be her friend, it's too much to bear. The knowledge that you'd been with her, felt her, held her and loved her was too much. And she knew that. You couldn't be her girlfriend again. That hadn't worked out the first round, why would you suffer to try to survive the second? But she can't feel a connection, no, because then, she'd be stuck pity filled and guilty, and she too, just like you, would never move on and never find love. But it can't be with you, and it will never be because god fucking dammit that didn't work out and you ruined your chance. She ruined your chance.

She ruined this for you, and there was no going back. There was no fixing what had been broken.

And for that, she deeply regretted.

I clearly cannot write sad stuff

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I'll go on full on cleaning mode, organizing and redecorating my room because I was told to pick up some laundry

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The Past is The Past 6

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

Tara traced a finger across her stomach. She was standing in front of a floor length mirror, her shirt tucked up to reveal her scars. They'd seemed so...simple. Like something that was just there. But now she knew the back story, thanks to Y/N.

She'd been stabbed 7 times in the first go, 3 in the second and, according to Y/N, 6 the third.

And memory loss to go with it.

Tara didn't tell Sam she knew. She didn't feel that Sam needed to know that she knew. She'd learned what she wanted too. She wasn't happy with the outcome, no. She'd never be happy with it. But the knowledge that she'd understand what they were talking about, that she wouldn't feel like an outsider, made up for it.

She tucked her shirt back down and stared at the one on her hand. She knew when she saw it that it went through her hand, but she never thought that would be the reason why. The pink, softer skin was like a reminder off what had happened now. She'd look at her hand and think about how she was a victim of a series of murders, coming away alive but scarred.

Was it worth the knowledge?

Y/N had started staying at the Carpenter's house more and more over the last week, and Tara had to admit. She didn't hate it. She still felt weird around Y/N, because she still felt like a stranger to Tara, even if she was a stranger who knew everything about her.

"Hey Tar." Y/N smiled, setting a basket of laundry on Tara's bed. Tara jumped a little.

"Hey."

"Sam told me to bring you the laundry. Said for you to go downstairs, she wants to talk." Y/N said, patting the laundry before turning and walking to the door.

"Alright, thanks." Tara sighed, exiting behind Y/N and walking downstairs.

Sam sat at the kitchen table, a glass of water in her hand. Tara couldn't tell by her stance if this was going to be a serious conversation or not.

"Tara...sit down." Sam said, a sort of softness to her voice that convinced Tara this was serious, but she wasn't in trouble.

Tara obeyed and sat across the table from her sister.

"So. I decided I should tell you...what happened." Sam said, a pained, forced expression on her face.

"Oh." Tara shrugged. "I already know."

"What?" Sam coughed. "How?"

"Y/N told me." Tara shrugged. "I wanted to know, so she told me."

"That asshole...Y/N! GET DOWN HERE!"

There was some footsteps and Y/N appeared at the door.

"Yeah?"

"You told her?!" Sam cried. "I thought we discussed this! I was supposed to tell her, I'm her sister! You shouldn't have done that, Y/N, she could have completely lost it or something!"

"I wasn't going to lose it-"

"This is a danger to her mental health!" Sam said. "You suck absolute ass at talking to people, you probably traumatized her or something!"

"We will circle back to that later, and I said it as easily as I could have."

"Yeah," Tara mumbled. "She explained it great, actually."

"Just...both of you, go upstairs."

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The Past is The Past 5

Parts: 1,2,3,4 on my account!

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

Scrambling off the sofa, Tara grabbed the closest thing to a jacket and tossed it on.

It was 25 degrees out at most.

And someone had to torture her and knock on the door.

She sighed and tossed it on, opening the front door. A rush of cold air hit her in the face and she could feel her eyes tear up and could see her breaths come out in puffs of white.

It smelled like winter.

Tara shivered and met eyes with the guest.

"Y/N," She sighed. "What's up?"

Y/N's cheeks were bright pink, her nose the same, shaking slightly she coughed and stated: "I w-wanted to check-k up on you. S-Since Sam is out-t of t-town."

Oh. So Sam had put her up to this.

"Quick, get inside, you're freezing." Tara mumbled. Despite still being somewhat cold towards the girl, she still felt bad for keeping her on the freezing porch.

"T-Thank you." Y/N muttered, sliding inside and watching as Tara shut the front door. "G-God it's freezing out there..."

"No shit, it's the middle of winter." Tara rolled her eyes.

Y/N nodded quickly, blushing even deeper.

"Why are you here?" Tara groaned, tossing her coat on a chair and rolling back into the blankets on her couch.

Y/N stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. "Uhm...I was supposed to check up on you...Sam's orders, y'know?"

"No. I don't know. I don't take orders from Sam." Tara responded coldly. So Sam thought she couldn't take care of herself?

"I'm sorry."

"Okay." Tara said, turning off the TV.

There was an awkward pause for a few seconds.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" Tara asked begrudgingly. Despite not liking Y/N that much, she hadn't lost her manners.

"Uhm...no thank you." Y/N mumbled. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna go, my job's kinda finished..."

"Fine by me."

Y/N made it about halfway to the door before Tara stopped her.

"Y/N?"

Y/N turned around and met Tara's eyes.

"What happened? The thing that every ones hiding. I want to know." Tara said. This could be her only chance. She could actually learn something...

"It's not my job to tell you that, Tara." There was an almost pained expression on Y/N's face, like she wanted to tell Tara, but she knew it wasn't right.

"Please...Y/N...Sam is never going to tell me! You know this! I just want to know!"

"Tara...it's a lot..." But Tara could tell Y/N was getting weak.

"Pleaseeeeeeeeee"

"Fine...but just...don't tell anyone I told you."

Tara nodded and Y/N sat down next to her.

"So...y'know the movie Stab?"

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The Past is The Past 4

Parts 1, 2, and 3 on my account <3

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

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"Stop," Tara said slowly. "What?"

"Y/N was your girlfriend...I thought that was implied." Sam said, giving Tara a look of confusion.

"Implied?! I thought she was like, my best friend or something!" Tara couldn't believe Sam had left this out of the equation.

"Well, she's barely considered a friend now, so girlfriend is a ways away." Sam shrugged.

"WAIT! So this girl, she knows everything about me, she's hugged me, probably snuggled with me, kissed me, and SHIT HAS SHE SEEN ME NAKED?!"

"Oh, ew, Tara!" Sam faked gagged. "I don't know! And I really don't wanna talk about my sister's sex life!"

"She's probably bathed with me...oh my fucking god..." Tara collapsed on the couch, groaning and rolling over, shoving her face into a pillow.

"Alright drama queen." Sam sighed. "That's enough. Please."

"How much has she seen?" Tara slowly slid onto the floor, holding her face.

"We need to start a grocery list!"

"Has she dressed me?!"

"Are we out of eggs?" Sam began, ignoring Tara, who was now fake crying on the carpet.

"OH LORD WHAT IF SHE'S HAD HER FINGERS IN ME!"

"TARA ENOUGH!" Sam shouted, throwing a pen at the girl. "If it bothers you OH SO MUCH, call her and ask!"

Tara made a face of disgust and horror, gagging. "Ask her? How would you react if someone called you and asked if you'd fingered them before?!"

"Then don't, I don't care."

"I won't." Tara mumbled, pulling herself off the floor and up the stairs to her room.

I'm shitting myself, i needed a break from serious stuff.

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The Past is The Past 3

Part 1 and 2 on my account <3

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

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Tara pushed the food around her plate using her fork. She'd barely eaten a bite all dinner, busy glaring at Sam and avoiding any sort of eye contact with Y/N.

"So." Sam began, putting a hand to her mouth and pausing, to finish chewing. "Y/N. How's life been treating you? I haven't seen you around in a while."

There was a second of silence as Y/N finished her food.

"Fine." She stated, setting her fork down on her napkin. "Work's been rough, but nothing besides that."

Sam nodded. "You work at that bookstore, right? The one with the bunny in the window? I drive by it on my way to the grocery store."

Tara had no idea what they were talking about. She hadn't gone shopping since she'd come home. What bookstore? What bunny? It was like listening to people speaking nonsense.

"Yeah. That's the one. Shifts have been longer recently, we're low on staff."

Sam nodded, continuing to eat. Y/N cleared her throat.

"Tara," Tara startled from her daze at the sound of her name, in Y/N's voice no less. "Sam's been telling me your getting back into horror? Is that true?"

Tara glared at Sam.

"I've always been into horror."

Y/N nodded, pursing her lips, sensing the tension in the room. The need to just...not talk.

"I was-" Y/N cleared her throat and took a sip of water. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to watch some of your favorites...y'know, the few we watched in the last year you really enjoyed? I wouldn't mind re-watching them with you."

Tara couldn't help but feel weird. She's watched movies with this girl. She'd watched horror movies. She'd watched horror movies and enjoyed them. With this girl? This girl she hardly knew now?

"Maybe."

Y/N nodded.

"I've been busy lately." Tara pushed a cooked carrot into her napkin. She didn't like those.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Tara, you've been sitting on your ass for the past week-"

Tara suddenly stood up. "I'm finished. I'm going to go wash the dishes." She took Sam and Y/N's plates and left without another word.

Tara knew they'd talk the moment she left. She hovered at the door, running the sink in the background so they'd think she was cleaning. Maybe they'd mention the big thing tonight. Maybe they'd say something that would finally help her understand her past.

"I'm sorry she's being an ass." Sam's voice was muffled through the kitchen door.

"It's fine. I wasn't expecting a heartwarming welcome. I mean, come on, I'm practically a stranger to her. And it's hard on her too, Sam. Remember she's struggling too."

Tara would have felt mad if anyone else had said this, as if they pitied her and felt sorry for her state of mind. But hearing those words, those words in Y/N's sweet voice...felt like reassurance that someone understand how she'd been struggling.

"I know...I'm trying to get her to...connect. Y'know? Re-enforce those bonds...god, you two were like peas in a pod. I can't imagine how long it'll take for that to be back, especially with her new...attitude." Sam sounded empathetic, but there was still a twinge of annoyance in her voice.

"I'm not expecting it to just click again...but I can wait. I'm assuming you haven't told her?" Y/N asked.

Tara could feel her heart beat a little faster. Was this it? Was she about to learn what this secret was that everyone seemed so desperate to avoid?

"No. I don't feel like it's the right time. I mean, you see the way she is. Putting that much more pressure on her is bound to do no good."

"You have to tell her at some point." Y/N said. "You and her would both prefer you telling her rather then her randomly learning one day, or even worse, getting a flash of memory from it. The doctor did say those happen, especially with traumatic experiences, at least in her case."

"I don't feel like now is the right time."

"Soon, Sam. Please. The girl deserves to know. This is important."

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The Past is The Past

Part One above :D

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Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

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Tara looked at Sam with wide eyes.

"What do you mean you invited her for dinner?!"

Y/N was not currently the most...comfortable person for Tara to be around. Due to the memory loss, Tara had no idea who she even was, and Y/N was very awkward around Tara, to say the least.

"I can see you two are uncomfortable around each other, and I want you guys to be as close as you were before!" Sam explained. She was clearly desperate to have this happen, and she wasn't gonna let it go.

"I have no memory of the girl! I don't even remember her last name!"

"Y/L/N. That's not important. What's important is getting your memories back or restarting your life. So, if your memory's with Y/N don't come back, you guys have to be at least friendly."

"Why the hell are you so desperate for this!?"

"She was good for you, Tara...she still is. You need someone like her in your life. She helped you through everything." Sam said, eyebrows furrowing as though she was holding back from giving too much information.

"I don't need anyone. And what do you mean 'Everything'" Tara said, seeing the small opening where she could ask about her past without it being weird.

"Doesn't...that isn't something you need to know right now. You should be focused on the good part that you forgot...not the bad." Sam told her, her cheeks tinged red with anxiety.

"Life isn't all good, Sam. I need to know the rest of the stuff. If you truly wanted me to remember, you'd tell me everything. Anything. Please. I feel like everyone pity's me! 'Oh look, it's Tara, the girl who doesn't know anything!' and it sucks! It fucking sucks, Sam! You don't understand what it feels like the be with your friends of 10 years and not understand what the fuck they're talking about! It's like listening to people speaking in another language, having to translate everything for you! It's torture! And no one will tell what happened! There's this 'Big, Dangerous Thing' everyone keeps talking about, but won't tell me what the fuck it is!" Tara explained, her eyes glazing over with unshed tears, her heart pounding. "Everyone looks at my like I'm 3, like they have to watch what the say around me so they don't press the wrong button and spring some unknown knowledge on me. Tell me, Sam. Please."

"Tara...I know. I really do. And you're right, I can't imagine what it would be like to forget years of your life. But I hear you, it's terrible that you feel that way, but Tara, it's so much easier, so much better to just have you not know...it's not going to make you feel better, it'll just make everything worse. I wish I could forget it sometimes too. And I'll tell you when the time is right."

"Does it have something to do with my injuries? My scars?" Tara asked, holding up her hand to show Sam the scar.

"Tara, I said we aren't talking about that right now."

"So it does?"

"Tara. Get ready for dinner. Y/N is coming at six."

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