// amethyst //
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"sometimes I miss you and it hurts like hell but I know I'll be fine I just need time."
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"so what do we do now?" I ask him, fiddling with his hands with my smaller ones. we sit here on the front porch with my body leaning on his. he plays with my hair and I play with his hands, the comfortable silence playing through the air.
"why don't we just start over?" he asks me with hot breath that sends shivers on my skin.
"again?" I ask him playfully.
"again." he answers, "and this time, there's no starting over."
"promise?" I stick my pink finger out, him linking it in an instant.
"I promise."
with our pinkies still linked, the door to the house swings open to reveal my second mother, Karen Clifford. she stands there with her wide and welcoming smile on her face.
"Karen." i rise and hug her so tightly I think her and I would both burst. she's been there for me through all of the tough times I had when I was here, at home.
"we've missed you so much back at home, Ames." she rubs my back in the midst of our hug.
"I've missed you too." I smile to myself.
"thank you."
"for what, love?"
"for bringing him back to me." my voice cracks before she pulls away.
"don't cry, honey." she caresses my cheek as a tear falls.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so happy right now." I smile widely through the happy tears. I'm happy to be home, with the people who raised me and brought back several memories.
"no need to be sorry love." she said with a toothless smile.
as soon as Michael's mother and I break apart, his arms link around my torso from behind and his head rests on my shoulder.
"can I ask you something?" he mumbles in my ear, me nodding my head in reply.
"alone?" he looks to his mother, her laughing quietly.
"don't mind me," she raises her hands in surrender, walking back into the house slowly. "just waiting for the oven to heat up."
I mouthe her a quick thank you, her mouthing a you're welcome in return.
"what is it you must ask me, Mr. Clifford?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
"how would you like to be with me, all of the time?"
"what're you saying here?" I ask him more seriously, not quite getting his question.
"I'm saying," he carries on.
"spit it out!" I smack his arm with a small smile on my face.
"do you want to move in with me?" he finally says, making me choke on my air.
"move in with you?" I ask him to make sure I'm hearing right.
"yes?" he says uncertainly.
"Michael, you know I'd love to move in with you, but I just got here and I don't want to leave just yet." I ramble on in response.
"coming from the girl who would do anything to leave here." he smugly smiles with red in his cheeks.
"maybe me leaving knocked some sense into them." I grin to him, thinking about what it's been like since I've returned. "and where would we move in to?"
"wherever we want, a flat, a house, a duplex, New York or here, whatever we want." he intertwines my hand with his before squeezing it lightly.
"no duplex for sure." I said.
