THE PAIN

⚓️ Epilogue ⚓️

⛵️ It's the last voyage ⛵️

She was sitting on the chair, table chosen near window. Just to see her, running like usually. Always running late and apologizing for everything. It was just like with Stephanie . . . At that thought, she bit her lower lip, hiding the smile and looking at her right hand with gold marriage ring and a silver one with diamonds. Amy didn't lie, when she promised to Stephanie about never mourning after her death. Now, all she has and connects her with Stephanie, are the best moments. From almost the end of high school till college and after that. And if it wasn't for Amy telling her to finally start taking medicines, Stephanie wouldn't make it to Amy getting job at New York Times. Her boss and Stephanie's god mother were amazed by how she is passionate about anything she finds interesting. That's why, without Stephanie's help, she finally has got that job. Because no matter what, that's all Amy wanted to do by herself and without Stephanie's help.

" Wow," the brunette collapsed on chair across, taking a sip of water, that Amy ordered, " not that late."

It's been four years since Stephanie left. It was long enough for Amy to get over it and live her life. Even, if there were things, that she was usually doing with her, Amy has stopped crying with all of a sudden. Even her sessions with Eve weren't necessary right now. After two years of visiting her therapist and talking about how her life was improving, both decided to end it.

Now, she is dating another girl, that reminds her of Stephanie. Her being late on most of their meeting since her work takes most of the time as a doctor. She works at the same hospital, where Amy was taking Stephanie for chemotherapy for over three month before Stephanie stopped it by herself. She didn't feel okay with the pity in all of her family members' eyes and how much time she had to spend there. Amy didn't want to fight over this. She could see how Stephanie was exhausted after all this time and agreed. Despite of how some people are getting moody during their chemotherapy, Stephanie was calm. She wasn't obnoxious, but also really quiet. Too quiet to let Amy sleep at night, because she thought . . . She was scared of waking up in bed, curled up to her and feel the stiff body next to her. Even, if Stephanie was always cold in bed. No matter how hot it was, her body wasn't as much warm as her own and that was something, that Amy envied her. Because she didn't have to bother with sleeping naked and after cool shower, but still feel like it's too hot.

" Why so smiley ?"

" Nothing," Amy shrugged her shoulders, smiling, " I am just happy, that's why."

" You know, that's great to hear."

That was another person, that could make her blush. And Amy didn't feel the need to hide it anymore. They were dating for two months already and Devlin was becoming more than just a friend of her. More than best friend, but she still didn't want to hurry it up. But also, it doesn't mean, they didn't kiss. Devlin didn't want to wait for too long with it. Straight after they started hanging out, meeting at cafés or one of theirs' places.

" How's work ?"

" Like every other day," Devlin shrugged this time, biting on her cheek inside, " are you busy tonight ?"

" So you could lock me in your bedroom ?"

Both laughed at how it has sounded sitting in a café right now. People were looking at them, since there was nothing more interesting. Amy was known in New York of being the author of her famous articles and a book on how to deal with someone's cancer. Which is why some people were staring at her, all smiling and being happy. She shared a story of her and Stephanie, but she has never mentioned about the bed things in her book.