May
May goes as quickly as it came. You miss Amy like crazy, but you're not getting the nightmares as frequently and you can actually look at the bathroom now.
You're sitting on the couch when your phone rings. You look at the caller I.D. and it's a number you don't recognize.
"Did you mean it?" You hear Amy's voice as soon as you pressed Accept.
"Amy?" You asked surprised. You haven't heard from her since the letter and that wasn't exactly full of emotion. It was barely a paragraph.
"Did you mean it?" She asks again.
You don't have to ask her what she's talking about. Of course, you know. Of course, you meant to say I love you.
"Yes."
She hangs up.
