Saved By The One & Only

The storm was over

Amy's POV:

"Amy." Mikayla takes another deep breath before continuing. "You've been quiet all day. I know that something's bothering you."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before turning around to face her.

A fake smile is now plastered across my face.

"I'm fine. I think I'm just tired." Another lie.

He never came to find me, but I supposed I didn't want him to after the interaction in the elevator.

The day passed by in a blur and now Mikayla was here to collect me, to head home.

"How did your date go this weekend with Josh?" I say to her while I pack up my purse.

She hesitates at first before she begins speaking but soon enough she's providing me with a distraction.

*****

After a much needed long and hot shower, I was able to finally decompress.

I had just finished putting on some lotion and getting dressed after detangling my wet hair when I sauntered into the living room.

I was half way to the kitchen island when the bookcase caught my attention.

A reminder. Of how sweet can be....

I shake my head to erase the thoughts and walk towards the fridge when the doorbell rings.

I walk across to the foyer and when I reach the door I decide to look through the peephole to see who it is.

It's him.

I press my head to the cool door and inhaling through my nose and letting it out from my mouth while I close my eyes for a second.

I lift my head from the door and decide to step back as I open the door.

My eyes are still staring at the floor when he speaks.

"You left."

"It was the end of the day." I say, feeling the exhaustion starting.

He steps forward and I let go of the door as I back up.

"I think we need some space." I blurt it out so quickly I didn't even have the chance to process it.

I don't even know why I said it actually. I can't seem to get enough of him. But I think that's the point. This can't be healthy.

"No." His tone comes out harsh.

He uses his one hand to push the door back as it slams shut while continuing to walk towards me.

I continue to walk backwards and hurt flashes across his face as if I've slapped him.

"No." He says it once more.

My legs keep moving backwards until I bump into something. I turn to see what I've bumped into, only to see that it's the couch. By the time I turn back around he's in front of me.

He's too close for comfort. I can't think when he's this close to me.

I cross my arms to form some sort of barrier between us.