This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger's voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving his part of a meal to another, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
"Amy, are you listening to me?" I ask in annoyance after I catch Amy once again glancing over my shoulder.
"Hold on a second," Amy responds and walks away without another word.
I turn around in confusion and see Amy walk over towards a little old lady, and when I say little I mean it. This lady would have to be shorter than me; the lady is currently attempting to grab something off of a shelf that is way too high for her. Amy taps on the lady's shoulder and seems to ask her which one she is trying to grab, the lady looks shocked at Amy's sudden appearance but points up and tells Amy what she is after. With a smile Amy locates the item and reaches up, stretching the slightest bit to retrieve it for her. After watching the scene unfold before me I start to walk over towards them,
"Thank you so much dear," the elderly woman looks up at Amy with a smile on her face.
"It's not a problem at all," Amy responses and as the woman walks off Amy returns tome with a smile on her face.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" Amy asks but I just shake my head.
"Never mind, let's just go get the rest of the stuff we need to buy,"
I'm lying on my back on Amy's bed, looking up at the stars on her ceiling when I hear a muffled cry of excitement.
"Oh my God Karma, look what I found," Amy calls out from inside her walk in closet.
"Amy, come out of the closet, oh wait you already did that on live television," I respond and I see her hand emerge to give me the finger. A moment later she walks out and presents me with her discovery. Amy has the biggest smile on her face but I just look down in confusion at the little notebook baring a tiny donut sticker that she is holding out to me.
"It's cute," I give her an encouraging smile but her forehead creases as she looks at me.
"You really don't remember?" Amy asks in a small voice and I get the feeling that I'm missing something important.
I shake my head at her and she visibly droops, "You gave this to me the day we met. We were in Kindergarten and the teacher gave everyone a sticker, I got a guitar and you got a donut. I was so upset because I wanted the donut so you walked up to me and asked if I wanted to swap, after that we were basically inseparable,"
"Oh my God, I can't believe I forgot," I feel like slapping myself for forgetting and I give Amy an apologetic smile.
"It's okay, we were only like five after all," Amy tries to shrug it off but I can tell she is upset.
"I tell you what, how about we go get some donuts so I can make it up to you?" Amy immediately brightens at the mention of donuts and we are out the door and on the way to get donuts five minutes later.
As we are about to enter the shop we spot two kids standing near the building, one of them seems to have been crying. Amy walks over to them as soon as she see the little girl's tears,
"Hey, what's wrong sweetie?" The little girl points towards the ground and I spot an ice-cream on the ground. Amy nods in understanding and turns to the little boy this time,
"Did you drop your ice-cream, little dude?"
The boy shakes his head before responding, "My sister dropped hers so I gave her mine,"
"That was very nice of you," Amy says and the little boy shrugs.
"She's my best friend, what else was I gonna do?"
Amy smiles down at the boy before digging through her pockets and pulling out a five dollar bill, "Here, go buy yourself another one, and make sure this little one doesn't drop it again."
The boy breaks out into a grin and wraps his arms around Amy in a hug to say thank you before taking off to buy a new ice-cream. When Amy returns to my side I give her a questioning look.
"That kid gave away his ice-cream without a second thought, I know people our age that aren't that selfless,"
"Yeah, that kid was something," I respond in agreement and we head into the store to buy Amy her donuts.
By the time we get back to her room Amy has polished off most of the donuts and she leaves the last two for me before busying herself with writing a little note on a post-it to stick on her mannequin. I still don't quite understand the significance of her mannequin but she seems happy with it so I'm happy. Amy always seems to be writing little notes around her room, I used to take the time to read them all but lately there have been so many and I just haven't had the time.
One Amy is satisfied with the placement of the Post-it she walks towards me and places a light kiss on my lips. I'm just about to ask what it was for but I look down and see that she has taken the last donut from the bag.
"Hey, that was mine," I protest and she just grins at me.
"I've no idea what you are talking about," Amy replies and shoves the donut in her mouth.
Hey guys, I know it's been a while but I've been busy and over the last few days there's been some pretty heavy stuff going on for my bestfriend so I've been trying to support her. Anyway, this story is a bit different from my usual ones. I saw this little poem on Tumblr and I had the idea to write a fic for Karma and Amy, I'm doing little bits of the poem for each chapter and I'll post the full thing at the end. Anywho, enjoy. -Zahli