Already home. (Aaron Tveit fanfiction)

18.-

Amy was sitting on her couch, with an almost empty bottle of white wine in the coffee table and a glass on her right hand.

After the talk with Sarah she had being thinking, especially what her friend said about being out of trouble. In that moment, being out of trouble meant being away from Aaron. And the point was that in that moment, she didn't knew if she really wanted to be away from him.

If things were different it would be easier. If she hadn't known Aaron since high school and instead they had met now, she would probably used her speech of 'I don't have time or desire to be with someone'. Or at least that was the speech that she told Aaron the day they bought the suits and her shoes.

When he asked why she had no boyfriend, Amy said partly truth and partly a lie. Actually in the last two or three years she hadn't met anyone really interesting after breaking up with her ex-boyfriend from Columbia.

Also it would be easier if Aaron didn't have the blonde girlfriend. Yes, Jossie probably was a good girl, but she didn't care. In fact, when Amy was talking with Sarah, she realized that Jossie probably hated her just because Aaron and Amy were best friends from high school. And because she knew all his family and they had stories in common. But Amy was almost sure that Jossie didn't knew the entire true. She was sure that Aaron didn't told her the small and stupid fact that Amy was his ex-girlfriend. Jossie didn't knew the entire true and all the things they had being through together. And now they were taking some time and Amy was probably -almost sure- that she was in love with Aaron again.

Maybe Sarah was right in some point. But maybe it was the old Amy who didn't' wanted to let Aaron go. Maybe it was that little part the one who was in love of what she thought it was the old Aaron. And maybe the 27 years old Amy had fallen in love with the version of Aaron the she saw again. The only thing she was sure of, was that everything was a mess and wine probably wasn't helping at all.

Amy put her hands on her head as she closed her green eyes. She wished she could fall asleep in that moment and forget everything. Perhaps it would be easier in that way.

She didn't know if was the alcohol acting for her, but suddenly she remembered that she had all her things from high school in a box in some place. Her entire past was in that stupid box. Amy had totally forgotten about that until that day and she didn't know where the hell she left it.

She was completely sure that when she put the glass away and got up from the couch, the wine was the one who make her move. But after an hour of checking in every closet, drawer and possible place she finally found it.

Like she always did, Amy realized that it was an awful idea, but she did it when she opened the box. Every little silly thing that Aaron had given her was there. The small pieces of papers with notes, the wrappers of all the gifts, the letters, some gifts, three or four stuffed toys, all the photos that had together including the photos of the proms nights, even the scripts of the shows that did in high school. Even that stupid promise ring in a small golden chain that she never used like a ring, because she did not wanted anyone to saw it and make questions.

She had worn that ring until five years ago, until one day she left it in the box with the rest of forgotten things. In some point she thought of sending the box to Aaron, but Amy decided to dump her in the back of a closet.

It wasn't an expensive ring but it was beautiful. It was a golden twisted band with an also golden flower with seven rhinestones. As Aaron had said, he bought at a antiques shop. Not even he knew why he bought it, but he loved it the moment he saw it. Aaron always joked about that maybe, if things worked, in a lot of years it could be the engagement ring for their wedding. But until then it was just a promise ring.

Now that she thought about it, that ring was maybe the object that could represent their entered relationship. First it was all shining and beautiful, but now it was just a memory in an old and forgotten box. But she was worshiping it.

Amy kept looking at the notes, letters and photos until she couldn't see any more for the tears in her eyes. In some point the girl was crying because of the alcohol in her body and in other point it was because she didn't know what to do with all the mess. And maybe in some point because she wanted him back, but she was too silly to admit it.

And If it would be different and easier, probably she would accept the fact that she was in love with him again.