ONE - The Loss.
It wasn't like Sheldon to sit around and dwell on the circumstances of his recent deteriorating relationship with Amy, but there he sat -- in his apartment, all alone.
The brainiac tried his best to consume his time with breath-taking theories on quantum physics and mechanics, but even after numerous searches, note-taking and doodling, his mind traced back to the one thing he'd been trying to avoid since the whole event occurred.
Amy. . ."Sheldon?" the young man perked his head up and saw Leonard at the entrance to the hallway; wearing that ridiculous robe as he stared at Sheldon in concern. This wasn't like him. . ."Yes, Leonard?" Sheldon replied, glancing at his best friend. Leonard tied his drawl to the robe and took a seat next to his companion on the singular papa chair.
"What's going on, buddy?" he scanned at Sheldon up and down. "You haven't really been acting like. . . well, you."
"I'm fine." Sheldon stated abruptly. "Nothing's going on, Leonard. I am perfectly fine." he then got up from the couch and walked into his room; shutting the door afterwards as he heard it click.
The physicist took hold of his headphones and connected it to his stereo, then let Elton John's voice ring in his ears as Tiny Dancer played. It didn't help that the song reminded Sheldon of his beloved Amy, but he couldn't bring it in his heart to change the tune. It was as if the female neurologist had a tight grip on him without even physically holding him down.
So he let it play. He continued to listen to it until his eyes sunk down to a close, and with that darkened closure, came a pool of broken dreams and grief.
He wasn't going to get over her. .