Her blood turned to ice.
It couldn't be.
He was dead.
But... it looked so much like him.
Who was he with? A Cat?
An older cat?
If it was him, if he had survived, why had he not returned?
Why did he stay away for so long?
Six months. Six long months.
And why was he here now?
The cat looked cold. She was tugging at her coat as if she wished it would swallow her up.
Wait... did he put his arm around her?
What were they saying?
It can't be him. It can't be her Shadow.
No, she refused to believe it.
But she would keep an eye on these strangers from where she was well hidden; from her perch on the top of the ruined bakery, behind a moss-covered water tank.
And Amy would wait.
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Shadamy one shots.
FanficA series of Shadamy one shots I've cross-posted to AO3 under the user name "The_Taco_Dragon".
