THE PAIN

⚓️ Eight talk ⚓️

Eve welcomed Amy with a hug, that she was given back. She didn't expect it, but either Amy.

As for Amy, she still had those dreams with Stephanie and she still was waking up at night. But she wasn't crying, she couldn't. And she didn't know, why but it made her happier. All of these memories, whether good or bad ones, made her happy.

" Is something bothering you ?"

" Her lack of absence."

Amy sighed and lifted her knees up then rested chin on them with hands around.

" She was full of joy, she was always smiling and that was really contagious. I mean, every time she smiled or laughed, you couldn't not to smile, too. And her dimples were making her smile more cuter. If only it can be possible."

" She basically wanted to celebrate every damn week with everything else, but not wine."

" Why ?" Eve finally decided to ask, when Amy stopped.

" Because of what wine does."

" Which is ?"

" Breast cancer."

" Oh," Eve leaned back in her seat.

Amy laughed, resting her forehead against palm.

" Yeah, I know. I was shocked, too, when she told me, while I was drinking and making notes. But eventually, I made her drink. I mean, it wasn't easy to do it, but she gave up, when I bought a sweet one."

" But she usually went for shots or beer, or champagne. Never wine. But I couldn't be mad at her, because she kept telling me, that:

If you want me to grab your boobs not boob, then stop. But I will love you even with one boob."

Amy blushed, rolling her lips up and wiping tears, that somehow escaped from her eyes. But not because of sadness, from happiness.

" She was over protecting, but I love her for that."

" Love ?" Eve furrowed her eyebrows.

" I am trying to say it and mean it, but I can't look at someone else and say: I will love you. No, I love her. I did, I do and I will, but if I will find someone else, this person has to be patient with me."