Title: All I Do Is Think About You…
Disclaimer: All
characters contained herein are the property of Warner Brothers Television
Productions and Shoot The Moon Productions. I just want to borrow them to play a little. "I Don't Wanna Live Without Your Love" – copyright 1988,
performed by Chicago, and can be found on Chicago "19"
Author:
WhizGidget
Written: February
16-24, 2001
Rating: G
Timing:
1990. The night after what happens in
"What Does It Take?" - You will want to
read that prior to reading this, or this won't make much sense.
Comments? Love 'em. Good and Bad. That way I know
what I did right and wrong. Flames? Sure, I still haven't seen that
fire-breathing dragon I mentioned last time…
Author's
Notes: I hadn't intended to write a
sequel to "What Does It Take?" – it was supposed to end where it did, with the
reader's imaginations carrying the characters off to wherever they were
supposed to go. But after all the
requests to not let it end, I detached myself as the author and re-read it –
and I was angry with the author: "How
could you end it there? How could you
do that to them?" So, after a lot of
re-writes, tweaking, and then some pure inspiration while driving to work on
morning, this came along. But this is
the end. :D
Slowly Lee raised
himself into consciousness, and he comprehended that he was in a partly dark
room. He didn't remember getting into
bed the previous night, and as he shifted his weight around, he realized that
he fell asleep on the bed fully clothed. He rubbed his face with one hand, and ran it through his sandy brown
hair, trying to remember what had happened the previous night.
As if on cue, his
clock radio blared on, rather loudly. A
familiar melody was playing, and the last line of the song came on, "All I do
is think about you…" He slammed his hand down on the button to turn the clock
radio off before he was assaulted with any words from the morning radio
guy. Last night. He had heard that song last night. In the Embassy ballroom.
Amanda.
Amanda had been
there.
She had headed
straight for him.
And he had spoken
to her for the first time in almost two years. And all he could think about saying to her when she greeted him was that
all he ever did was think about her. His thoughts drifted to the events of the previous night.
'Did I really
tell her that I think about her all the time? Oh god, she must think I'm completely pathetic.' He couldn't believe that he *had* said that
to her, and he recalled that from the look on her face she had been stunned as
well, so he apologized and asked immediately how she was doing at State. They had exchanged some pleasantries, until
Billy had wandered over and suggested that Lee wrap things up for the night and
take off as the event was wrapping up. Amanda took the opportunity to excuse herself, but couldn't get away
fast enough. Lee had grabbed her arm
and asked if she could use a cup of coffee. She'd nodded her assent and went to wrap things up.
Billy had been
surprised at Lee's offer, almost as much as Amanda had been, because of the
agent's earlier reticence at approaching his ex-wife just to say a polite
hello. He had been glad that he had
convinced Amanda to come talk to him, and said as much to Lee. Lee thanked him sarcastically, that he
didn't need help when it came to asking a woman on a date, but they both knew
that Lee hadn't dated anyone since getting involved with Amanda. And he had been even lonelier after she had
left The Agency. Billy left his friend
and top agent to his thoughts and told Lee that he would wrap things up for the
night on his behalf. Lee barely
noticed him leave.
The short time he
had sat at that table, he thought about their relationship, and listened to the
band playing a melody that sounded so familiar to Lee, but the words escaped
him no matter how hard he tried. He
thought about how much he had missed her, how wonderful she had looked in her
simple white gown that night. What
*would* it take for them to be together again. 'Nothing less than a miracle and a swarm of angels to deliver it,' Lee
thought. He chuckled to himself.
"What's so funny,
Scarecrow?" Amanda appeared before him,
looking very much like his own personal vision of what an angel should look
like. She had somehow managed to change
her clothes and she was wearing blue jeans and a familiar red plaid shirt that
he had seen before, and hadn't seen in a long time. Her hair was still pulled back into the French twist that she had
worn all night, but a few strands had escaped, and she looked heavenly. Like they were about to go camping, or take
down a survivalist group bent on world domination.
"Nothing. Where'd you get the clothes?" Lee stood up, and they started walking to
the exit to retrieve their respective cars.
"I usually keep a
spare bag around in case I have to stick around and clean up other details, or
head back over to the office. I'm just
more comfortable that way." Amanda
smiled at him. "The Agency taught me to be prepared for anything. I just thought, well… I felt I'd be more
comfortable in this than that gown if we're going for coffee." She stopped in front of a dark colored Land
Rover. "This is mine."
"Uh, hate to
correct you, Amanda, but that's *my* car." Lee pulled his keys out and tried to open the door with the keyless
remote. It didn't work. "Stupid battery. These things always run out – got it!" Lee smiled triumphantly at Amanda when the interior lights went
on. Amanda smirked holding up an almost
identical set of keys, her finger on the remote.
"Lee, it's my
car. I highly doubt that you-" She
stopped at the thought. "Lee? *You*
have a Land Rover?"
"Yeah, I ordered
it about a month before you, uh, we…. " He sighed. "I ordered it for us right before the Romanian thing blew
up. Wait – you have a Land Rover too?"
"I bought one
last year. Dark Green. The Jeep was giving me too many problems,
and I still needed something to haul the boys around in. You ordered one for… us? Where's the Corvette?"
"Not practical if
we were going to be driving the boys around occasionally, and I remember that
the Jeep was starting to give you problems back then. I wanted to have something around that was going to be reliable
and sturdy, and could hold all of us. I still have the 'Vette, but I don't drive it much anymore. I've, uh, been thinking about selling
it. Green, huh? Great minds think alike. Mine's green too." Lee stopped at the look on Amanda's face. It couldn't have been any different than
the looks that he used to give her when she used to ramble on at over a hundred
words a minute and didn't breathe between sentences. "Sorry. I'm
rambling."
They both
laughed, albeit uncomfortably, at the memory. "Lee, is that it over there?" Amanda was pointing two cars down.
"Yeah, that's it." Lee pointed his remote in that direction and
the interior lights went on. "So," he
stuffed his hands in his pants pockets, "where should we go from here?" Realizing the double meaning to his
question, he immediately added, "For coffee, that is?"
"What's still
open?"
"Hmmm, I don't
know what's open around here, but there is still a diner down the way from my
apartment that will be open at this hour. Amanda, do you mind if we stop off there for a few minutes so that I can
change? I feel a little strange in this
tux and you in jeans…" he trailed off, realizing what he was saying.
"Ah, now you know
how I felt all those times. Go ahead
and change, I can meet you there." She turned to get into the car.
"Amanda." The tone in his voice had stopped her, as
he had wanted it to. "There's, uh, not
a lot of parking down there, and I'd feel better if we rode there
together. It's just going to take me a
couple of minutes to change. Just
follow me over, and we'll take my car from there." He was relived to see her smile and nod. It had been a feeble excuse – after all, how
many people would be in front of a street side diner close to midnight in the
middle of the week? He was grateful
that she hadn't pointed that out, and turned towards his car to get in and lead
the way back to his Georgetown apartment. As the radio came on, the melody the band had played came on, he became
painfully aware of the lyrics.
"Thought it wouldn't matter, if we didn't
stay together
And if it was over, maybe it was for the
better
I was thinking I'd be alright, 'til I
thought it all through
Now I know that I ain't really livin' if I have to live without you"
During the short
drive he had constantly been watching his rearview mirror hoping for a glance
of her face, and to make sure that she was still following him. The song on the radio was giving him more
clarity about what he needed to do – he needed to tell her that he couldn't
live without her. He didn't know what
he would do if she changed her mind midstream and decided to go home
instead. He supposed that he could
always drive down to Arlington and knock on the window of the back door by the
kitchen, and see if she would let him in. He had driven down there so many times to check on her, to watch the
house, to make sure that she still lived there that it was almost part of his
routine. Get off work, go home, eat a
very small dinner if anything at all, wander around his empty apartment looking
for something to do, and then get into his car and drive down to Arlington and
try to muster up the courage to go into the backyard and knock on the
window. Just like old times. He knew that he could still walk up to the
front door without any issue – he had been around enough that Dotty and the
boys would have let him in, and he knew that they missed him after he and
Amanda has broken up.
They had made it
back to his apartment, and parked in the underground garage a couple of spaces
away from each other. The Corvette was
parked nearby as well, under a gray car cover. Lee led the way to his apartment, and motioned for Amanda to
come inside while he changed clothes. He remembered as he sat up, that he had been about to offer her coffee
when the irony of why they were there hit him. He was scatterbrained in her presence, which was the only excuse that he
could still come up with in this, the early light of morning. He remembered heading into his bedroom to
change, and that she hadn't said much of anything up to that point. He remembered changing into jeans and a
blue plaid shirt, and sitting down on the bed to collect his thoughts for a
moment… and nothing after that.
Lee groaned, "Aw,
Amanda, why did we go wrong?" He put
his head down into his hands.
Amanda was
startled awake by the radio coming on as well. How much longer would she have to hear that song tormenting her? All she ever did was think about him. So much so that she had spent the night on
his living room couch.
She wondered what
she was still doing there – what she was doing there in the first place? Last night she wasn't even sure why she had
accepted the offer of coffee. Perhaps
it was the setting of the event – they had often gone for coffee after working
a party such as that, or maybe it was the music. Just before she had headed back to see Lee, the band started
playing another song, which was on the radio while she drove. It wasn't helping – it was attempting to
convince her more and more that she had made a mistake. She had thought, street after street, how
she could turn down one and up to another, and go home instead of following him
into Georgetown. But, like moth to
flame, she continued to follow his taillights, down the familiar path to a
place that they both called home for a while, even if it was in secret. Sometimes, from the illumination of her
headlights, she thought she could see him looking at the rearview mirror to
make sure that she was still there.
Amanda had been
touched at the fact that he had bought a car that was more practical to haul
everyone around – he had assumed that they would have been together as a
family, but what surprised her more was that he kept it. She thought about all the time that they
had spent apart, and all the conversations with her mother about what a mistake
leaving Lee behind was. How lonely she
had been. How hard it had been on
Philip and Jaime. But how could she go
on with him in her life after what had happened? She had gone through her own personal hell, blaming herself for
the death of an innocent man, and the disgrace that had been brought onto The
Agency. Lee hadn't even tried to fight
the divorce petition, so why was she thinking that they should be
together? She had thought about it over
and over again, that they'd both be better off away from each other, but she
hadn't felt truly alive since she was last with Lee, and he looked worse than
she had ever seen him when she saw him tonight.
They had parked
close together in the garage, and she had noticed the Corvette, covered a
couple of stalls away, and headed up to the apartment. He excused himself to change, and after he
hadn't come out of the bedroom after 10 minutes, she called out to him and then
peeked in to find him almost asleep sitting up on his bed. She had helped him to a more comfortable
position, and pulled off his shoes. She
remembered that he had mumbled something akin to her name, and when she had
questioned it, he hadn't answered.
She recalled
wandering around the apartment for a few minutes, deciding whether to stay or
go, and remembering the first thing he said to her that night, was what made
her decision. All he ever did was think
about her. Was that true? Had they wasted the last two years of their
lives apart and alone, when they could have been together and happy? She had gathered up her things, and was
almost to the door, when something propelled her to look in on him just one
last time. He had stretched out on the
bed and curled one arm around a pillow. As she was about to turn away, she heard him mumble her name, and snuggle
into the pillow with a smile.
For the second
time that night, he had managed to stun her speechless.
She sat down on
the couch to think about this one for a few minutes, to wonder if she should
wake him up to talk about it, and she had drifted off to sleep. As she had the night before, Amanda started
to pick up her things to leave, when she heard movement in the bedroom, and a
groan and a question. Assuming that he
knew she was still there, she moved to the doorway to answer him, dropping her
keys in the process. The next thing
she knew, she was spun around, pushed facedown to the floor, Lee sitting on her
back, pinning her arms.
For the third
time, she was speechless, but it was more the function of her being knocked
breathless, rather than shocked by something he said.
They sat at the
dining room table, across from each other, with fresh mugs of coffee. Amanda hadn't been hurt when Lee had
brought her down, but she was still a little stunned, and didn't know what to
say. When he realized whom he had
pinned under him, Lee had gotten up immediately, picked Amanda up and began
apologizing profusely. Not only for
pinning her down, but also for making her wait so long for the coffee he had
promised the night before. During this
whole time, she was thinking about the question he had asked, and knew that he
thought he had asked it to an empty apartment.
"I don't know."
"I'm sorry,
Amanda, what are you talking about?"
"I don't know why
we went wrong. Or when. Maybe we were never right in the first
place."
"Wrong."
"I'm sorry?"
"You're
wrong. We were always right. From the very first day on the train
platform, and I was too self-absorbed and closed off to admit it. Or to recognize it and enjoy it. We were meant to be together." Lee had closed his eyes while speaking and
now continued to drink from his mug.
Amanda stayed
silent at this answer, knowing way down deep that he was right. He had been self-absorbed. He had been closed off to emotional ties. He had been stupid. And two years ago, she realized immediately,
she had done the same thing to him. She
had closed herself off, ran away from him and The Agency, and had thrown away
two years of their lives together. She
had spent the last two years throwing herself into her work at the State
Department, into supporting the boys through increasing loads of work in
school, and trying to forget that Lee Stetson existed. But every time she tried to forget, she'd
remember just one more thing she loved, and one more thing she missed. She had a hard time looking out the kitchen
window, but every time she did, she'd whisper his name, as if he'd hear her and
pop his head up over the rosebushes that had finally begun to grow back under
the window. Every once in a while,
she'd pick up the phone as if she were going to call him. If her mother had ever heard her, she'd
never have heard the end of it. And
once in a while, she'd look out the window, after everyone else was asleep and
after the last light was off in the house, and she'd think that she saw a
silver Corvette parked across the street.
Amanda didn't
know how to process all this information so quickly – after all, they couldn't
go back to how they were before? And
she startled herself that her imagination had wandered to the point where she
was thinking about the two of them back together after all this time. In truth, though, all she ever *did* do was
think about him. And she had to know the
truth.
"Lee? Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything,
Amanda. Ask away." His eyes were still closed.
"Did you mean
what you said last night about thinking about me? Do you?" Amanda's voice was almost inaudible for she
had asked this so seriously, and so quietly.
Lee's eyes flew
open only to see that Amanda's were closed. She held the coffee cup in front of her on the table, both hands wrapped
around it. She looked like she was
trying to draw strength from the warmth in the cup, as she waited for an
answer. And he didn't know what to say,
other than the truth. He took a deep
breath, and closed his eyes.
"Yes."
Amanda opened her
eyes, and quietly stared. She hadn't
been dreaming last night. He'd really
said that. They were both in the same
boat. They couldn't move forward with
their respective lives because they had kept thinking about the past. Amanda sighed.
"Lee, we
shouldn't live in the past-"
"Fine. Let's live in the present." His green eyes were open and
glittering. "Amanda, I have to be
honest with you. I can't stop thinking
about you. Not then, not now. I know you're not seeing anyone – Billy told
me. And before you speak, I know this
for a fact – I've driven past the house a few times and you're always there. You never go out, except for State
Department business. And I fell asleep
before we went for coffee, and you're still here 6 hours later in the morning,
after sleeping on my couch. I pin you
down, thinking you're a burglar or worse, and you still stay to drink coffee
with me. In what universe does all that
happen? This isn't all in my mind."
"I never said it
was." Amanda looked down into her
coffee.
"Then where are
we? And why did you say that *we*
shouldn't live in the past?"
"Guess I had to go away, so much I had to
go through
Guess I had to lose you to realize how much I loved you
Can we make the fire burn again, burn a little stronger
'cuz I've been along and baby I can't be
alone now any longer"
Amanda took a
deep breath, as more words from the song she heard the previous night in the
car assaulted her consciousness. "Because I can't stop thinking about you either." She looked up to find that Lee's mouth was
slightly open as if to speak, but no sound was coming out. Ah, the tables were turned for the first
time in the past 24 hours. "Every time I tell myself that I have to forget you,
there you are. Clipping me under the
chin in Austria, giving me those 3 red roses after helping out Paul, hearing
your voice on the phone telling me you love me, kissing me awake the morning
after our wedding, and always, but always, looking so desperate for my help in
a waiter's uniform telling me I never have to see you again if I give the
stupid package to the man in the stupid red hat! If I see someone wearing a red hat, I immediately think about you…
And, despite everything I tell myself, I still keep seeing you when I close my
eyes!" Amanda's voice had risen
throughout her speech, and now she stopped, tired, a tear rolling down her
cheek. She sat back, her head hanging
down, the tears starting to flow a little more freely.
"Amanda, shhhh"
Lee made his way around the table to grab Amanda's hands, and pull her up into
a hug. As he did so, he realized that
his wish of the previous night was coming true – she was in his arms once
again, but not for the reasons he wanted her to be. Despite the reason, he still felt like he was flying. Once she had settled into his arms, the
floodgates had opened and she sobbed miserably. He led her to the couch, sat down, and pulled her into his lap,
where she cried herself into near exhaustion. After she was still for about 15 minutes, Lee realized that she was
asleep. He cuddled her close in his
arms, at once confused and overjoyed at the feelings he was having at her being
so close to him, and got up from the couch, to bring her into the bedroom and
place her very carefully on his bed.
Knowing that her
mother must be worried sick by now, he closed the door, and picked up the
phone. He took a deep breath while
dialing, exhaling while it rang. He
didn't know what he was going to say whenever someone picked up the phone, but
that hadn't stopped him before.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. West?"
"Yes… Lee
Stetson, is that you?"
Lee let a small
laugh and smile escape him. "Yes, Mrs.
West, how are you?"
"I'd be twenty
times better if you'd call me Dotty, like you used to, and a hundred times
better if you were on the doorstep right now. You know, I told Amanda a hundred times after she left for that job at
the State Department that she didn't have to push you out of her life
either. But you know Amanda, when she
sets her mind to something, she won't let go. She just wanted a complete change in her life and she told me so many
times that that meant you had to go too. I know she still thinks about you, I've caught her so many times staring
out the kitchen window, and whispering your name. I've never told her that I've heard her; she'd just deny it. Oh, listen to me rambling on. Darling, how are you?"
That had to be
the longest speech that he'd ever heard out of either of the two women without
a breath between sentences. He knew
that Amanda had gotten that gift from her mother, but he still didn't know how
they managed to do it. Dotty West
didn't even sound close to needing to take a breath. "I'm fine, Dotty…" Lee stopped. He didn't know what else to say. Amanda still thought about him, she admitted as much, and it was
painfully obvious to her mother as well.
"Lee, you
wouldn't happen to know where my daughter is, would you? I mean, we don't see or hear from you for
almost two years, and then you call out of the blue, and Amanda didn't come
home last night. Oh, I know it's none
of my business; after all you both are adults…" Lee could hear that leading
tone in Dotty's voice - she was clearly hoping for reconciliation between the
two of them.
"Yes, Dotty,
she's here. She, ah, fell asleep while
waiting for me to change so we could get a cup of coffee." 'Oh God, that sounded *bad*,' Lee thought to
himself.
"I knew it! I knew that job was running her even more
ragged than that strange little film company you two worked for. She couldn't even stay awake for a few
minutes for you two to get coffee-"
"Dotty, the truth
is, I fell asleep first. We stopped by
my apartment so I could change, and I guess I fell asleep after sitting down
for a few minutes, and Amanda came and found me there. I don't know why she stayed – her car is
parked downstairs, but I thought you should know in case you were worried. We talked a little, but she's asleep now,
and I just wanted you to know where she was before you called the police or
something."
"Thank you,
Lee. Darling, please let me know if you
need anything, and take care of her. Oh, I don't have to tell you that do I? You always took such good care of Amanda before she pushed you
away. And you still do."
"Excuse me?"
"Let's see, there
was a gardener who showed up for 8 months, paid in advance, to take care of the
house and the lawn, then the nice man who cleaned the gutters at spring
cleaning, the new rosebushes that mysteriously got planted under the kitchen
window while we were visiting Lillian last February."
"How…? Oh never
mind."
"How badly did it
hurt?"
"Dotty, I don't
know how I've made it the last couple of years without –"
"I meant, how
badly did planting the roses hurt, I found a rag with a little blood on it, but
your answer will satisfy my curiosity about what I really wanted to ask. Oh, Curt is here, I must be going. Do take care of yourself."
"Yes, Dotty. I'll make sure she gets home safely.
Goodbye." Lee hung up the phone. Amanda was going to kill him if she ever
found out about the particulars of that conversation, after she was finished
with berating her mother, of course.
An hour later,
Amanda woke up feeling exhausted from crying, but less troubled than she had
been in a long time. Slightly
disoriented, she sat up to figure out where she was, and then remembered she
was still at Lee's apartment. She went
to the bathroom to splash some water on her face, and then wandered out into
the living room. She found Lee, staring
out the window, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"Lee?"
"Hmmm…?"
"Uh, thanks for
the coffee this morning. I, uh, should
be going. Mother's going to be
wondering where I am, and –"
"She knows you're
here."
"What? How?" Realization dawned on Amanda. "You called
her?"
"Yup. I didn't
want her to worry about you. I was
worried enough for the both of us." Lee
rocked back and forth on his heels. "You know, we didn't get to resolve anything last night, or this morning
after we both woke up. And we seem to
have some unfinished business from a couple of years ago."
"There's nothing
unfinished, Lee. We're divorced, there
was no property to split up, no kids, no house. You didn't even try to fight it, either. What's there to finish?" Amanda looked away,
avoiding contact with his eyes.
"Us. We haven't
finished us. Amanda, look at me. You admitted to me that you still think
about me; I can't stop thinking about you. We don't work together anymore, and despite what you might think, I
don't blame you for what happened with the Romanian two years ago." Amanda's head snapped up in surprise. "Yes, Amanda, Billy told me that you thought
I blamed you. That was my own doing, it
wasn't your fault, you weren't a distraction, or a problem. What happened in that case happened. What happened to us didn't have to."
"Didn't it? Wouldn't we have torn ourselves apart at
some point? I'm a housewife fro
Arlington, you're a spy from D.C. – How
could we possibly be together?"
"You're not a
*housewife* from Arlington – you're a former intelligence agent, current
security coordinator for special events for the State Department who happens to
be a single mother. I am an
intelligence agent who is unhappily divorced. I didn't truly love anyone until I met you, and marrying you was the
best thing that ever happened to me. I
didn't fight the divorce because it would have dragged the whole business
further into public record than we wanted it to be – Amanda, how could we
explain that to anyone, your mother, the boys? I've been through hell without you. I forgot how to be alone when you left my life, and I still don't know
how. And I don't want to know how. I still love you, and I'm never going to
stop." He moved forward to pull Amanda
into a hug. Once there, she snuggled
into his shoulder unconsciously, and he could have walked on the clouds if she
had asked it of him. "How could you
think that of us, in the first place? You were the one who loved me all that time that I was trying to
convince us both that we're just business associates and nothing more. I'm not that superficial. I don't see anything that could have
prevented us from being together except for my stupid idea to keep it a
secret." He pulled back and reached
down to tip her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "I love you, Amanda. Can
we try this again?"
"Try what?
Marriage?" Amanda looked scared.
"No. I don't
expect us to pick up right where we left off. I've gone backwards into too many habits that I thought I'd left behind
when I fell in love with you." At her
look of skepticism, he continued, "I know what I said about being alone, and I
haven't done 'alone' very well. I've
worked alone, I've lived alone, and all I do is think about you, us, the boys,
what it would have been like if we'd stayed together, or if I'd fought the
divorce, or if I'd walked up to the house and knocked on the door. And I'm sure you've changed too. But I don't want to retrace 3 years of
denial and how it's just business between us. We don't work together anymore, so we can throw that argument out the
window right now. And I don't want to
go back to the train station, no matter how trustworthy and beautiful you
looked that morning. I don't know how I
can go on without you in my life, and I don't want to know. We're here, it's 8 years later, and I love
you. How about we start with having
dinner together first?"
Amanda was
touched by his speech, and realized that she had never stopped loving him in
all the time they had spent apart. She
had made a terrible mistake, but quickly decided that she would take an extra
step to try and fix it. "Ok, but I get
to pick the place." Amanda smiled
mischievously.
"Oh, here we go
again… Spencer's?"
"Nope."
"Then where?"
"If it's ok with
you, we could have dinner at my house, with the boys and Mother. They'd all love to see you again. And I think that you're going to be hanging
around my house more than you ever were before, so we might as well start
there." Amanda shyly looked up at him,
waiting and hoping for his answer.
"Sounds…
perfect." With that, Lee leaned in to
give Amanda a kiss, but stopped himself and pulled away slightly. "Would it be ok, um, may I…?" He blushed slightly, as if he were a
teenager at the prom.
Amanda nodded her
assent, and as he leaned in to give her a very light kiss, she knew that
despite the roads they had traveled together, and the separate forks they had
taken, fate had worn a path for them back to each other.
4 months later:
The room awoke at
the first strains of music, and Lee looked across at Amanda and tipped his head
towards the dance floor. As they got
closer together, Lee offered his hand, which she gratefully accepted. As they twirled around the floor, it was as
if they were the only two people there, despite their family and friends who
were watching them dance together.
I don't wanna live without your love
I don't wanna face the night alone
I can never make it through my life
If I have to make it on my own
I don't wanna love no body else
I don't wanna find somebody new
I don't wanna live without your love
I just wanna live my life with you
And as they
danced together, Amanda was reminded of 4 months previous when Lee had shyly
asked if he could kiss her. And how she
had felt with that kiss, that destiny had played a part in bringing them
together, tearing them apart, and reuniting them. 'So, that was the master plan,' she thought as she noticed that
his green eyes were just beginning to mist with tears. She leaned her head into his shoulder.
As she leaned in,
Lee closed his eyes and smiled. One
tear of pure joy escaped and rolled down his cheek. He tipped his cheek into her hair, and thanked whatever powers
there were in the universe that brought them this way, to their wedding
reception.
To the way they
were meant to be.
Together.
The End. Really. I mean it this time.