For Heather, it was a little different. She'd never experienced the kind of feelings she had for Sam before. Sad as it might've been, it was always just her and her dad. She had friends and socialized, of course, but there was never any real romantic interest in her life. She'd had crushes and boys had crushes on her, but really, that was as far as it went. It never bothered her when she saw a young couple walking down the street hand-in-hand, because it was just something she'd never bothered with before. Then there was the whole not having a mother and coming from a hell town thing, but that was something no one else knew, anyway. And up until recently, she hadn't known, either.
But once she'd met Sam, it was like she'd been turned around in a completely different direction. She hadn't come to L.A. looking for someone to fall in love with, afterall. It was all by chance, after her experiences in Silent Hill and after her father had been brutally murdered right in his own home. She was depressed and suicidal and angry with the entire world. But there had always been something about Sam that she was drawn to, right from the start. At first, it was just the feeling of having a kindred spirit who understood the things she'd been through. What better person to bond with than a demon hunter? But without question, it turned into more. She wanted to talk to him all the time, even when she wasn't feeling upset or vulnerable. She wanted to see him, be around him, talk to other people about him. And above all else, she wanted to save him. She saw so much of herself in him, and she knew that she wanted to be saved -- which he'd done numerous times -- so she wanted nothing more than to do the same for him in return. It wasn't easy, not with his extreme stubborn streak and strong sense of realism, but none of that mattered anymore, did it? She didn't think so.
Her smile grew yet again when his lips touched to the top of her head, and it took a moment to let it all sink in. It probably wouldn't right away, but that was okay. She liked the fuzzy feeling she had in her head just then. "I never really was, you know," she told him. "That was all denial on your part."