Warning: graphic content
I also got this idea off of another one shot, I forget the writer's name. The one shot was so deep and I really wanted to write this.
I felt Amelia's breath brushed my bare chest and I intwined my fingers in her hair. It had been two months since we had officially met. 5 weeks of dating. I think I like her.
I think I liked her a lot.
It had been 38 weeks since (Y/N) left, too long to bear, I didn't know how I did it. Her was smile still stuck in my mind and every swish of her hair colour reminded me of her so painfully. Every high ponytail, every purple scrub cap.
Amelia, maybe she was change. Maybe she was the one I would marry. She would give me kids.
A buzz came from my phone and I absentmindedly picked it up, pressing the green button. There was no caller ID, just a number I thought was familiar.
Amelia stirred in my arms, her brown hair pressing harder on my chest and I slowly lifted her head up so I could take the call.
Throwing on a shirt, I lifted the phone up to my ear and yawned. "Hello? Owen Hunt."
"Owen?"
My gut twisted. My traitorous heart skipped a beat. The blood in my veins stopped flowing for a second.
That voice. Oh god I could recognize that voice from anywhere, even over the phone. That voice, I would run to it without a second thought even if it came off a cliff. That voice, which called my name in worry, whispered my name in sadness, and cried my name in ecstasy, it was so familiar, like a hearth in a cold day.
Her voice, her voice was like a home. I was reminded of the most beautiful times of my life hearing that voice.
"Owen are you still there?"
"Y-Yea, oh my god, (Y/N), is that you?" My voice trembled.
"It's me."
"Why haven't you called? How could you just run away like that? I was so damn scared I thought you died!" The tsunami of emotions were killing me, millions of questions flowing out of my mouth like a tap that couldn't be turned off.
"It's complicated." She said.
The possible ways she could have annoyed me, this was by far the worst. Leaving me hanging with no explanation, no thoughts whatsoever but the fact that she decided to make my curiosity worse.
"I deserve to know anyways. 9 and a half months. What the hell have you been doing? Are you even in Seattle?"
She paused for a moment.
I sighed over the phone and suddenly, Amelia moved. She moaned and said my name a couple times in question and I lifted the phone from my ear, telling her to go back to bed.
"There's another woman in your bed isn't there?" She asked.
Anger flooded over me, she sounded jealous, yet she was the one who abandoned me all those months ago.
"What did you think I'd chase after your tail and cry myself to sleep every night?" I snapped.
"No, I hoped you decided that you could trust that my reason was good enough to abandon you and you'd move on as soon as possible. I'm glad Owen."
I wasn't expecting that, I was expecting guilt. But then again, she was the most selfless person I knew, and the only selfish things she did were because she thought she was doing the right thing.
"Can we meet up?" She asked.
"What time?" I asked, knowing that I definitely wanted to.
"How about three, does that work for you?"
