Amy’s P.O.V
I held onto Karma as she cried, whispering the most honest things I could.
I hoped that she believed me, because I meant every word I said.
When she had calmed down a little, I moved away, taking her hand in mine. I lead her around the bend of the path, to where I remembered a park bench was. I sat her down next to me. Our hands still intertwined.
I shuffled closer to her and I felt her head rest on my shoulder- this caused my heart to skip a beat, until I remembered that I could never really have her.
I heard her inhale deeply and whisper ‘I’m sorry Amy’, I then felt her body weight shift so I looked over to see her wiping her eyes.
I turned sightly and began to stroke her hair, ‘I love you Karma’ I whispered back and then kissed her head.
I felt a weight lift off my shoulders as I said those words. I don’t think I have ever done or said anything as pure and truthful as those four words.
But I was also saddened because she would never know how much I had meant those words.
‘Amy?’ she whispered
‘yes?’
She sniffled ‘I never ever want to lose you’
I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her hair- she smelt like peppermint, the smell was so familiar I just melted.
‘You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried’
She realigned herself so she was looking at me, her eyes red from crying.
‘What’s wrong with me Amy?’
She asked the question with such desperation I wanted to cry and hold her and tell her how much I love her. But I couldn’t allow myself to do that.
‘Trust me, you are perfect compared to fucked up me’ I joked
She stared at me for a minute, or at least it felt like that. Then she did the most adorable grumpy face I had ever seen that I started to laugh.
‘You, Amy Raudenfeld, are not fucked up’
I raised an eyebrow at her ‘oh yeah?’ I questioned
‘Yes’ she said confidently, and then added ‘well at least not compared to me’
‘Are you challenging my fucked up-ness?’
She broke out in a smile ‘yes’
‘How dare you!’ I spoke in a dramatic voice, pretending to be offended ‘Karma, me lady, I am very much so fucked up. More so than you, I will have you find’
‘Defiantly not!’ she spoke in an awful fake British accent
‘I believe you must prove your fucked up-ness before you go questioning mine!’ I spoke still in an up myself voice. It was hard to not laugh
‘How would I do that, my dear Amy’ she asked
‘If you are as fucked up as you claim, you will figure something out’ I winked at her
I’m not sure if it was the light or not, but I could have sworn that Karma blushed.
She looked away from me, all confidence she just possessed was fleeting.
‘Ok’ she began to whisper ‘well I think I win most fucked up of the year award because- well, I mean, who the fuck wants to fuck their best friend?’
Wait…what? Hold on. This cannot be right; did she just say what I think she said? Wait hold on…she cannot be talking about me. Is she talking about Liam? Are they best friends? I thought I was her only best friend! But that would mean she was talking about me. This cannot be right.
Karma was still looking away from me; she started to shift her weight, trying to move away from me. The silence was beginning to stretch, my mind still trying to figure out what was going on.
For fucks sake Amy! Say something!
‘are- are you kidding? Li-like a jo-joke’ I managed.
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