*A/n hey guys! Happy Monday, I'm back after a short hiatus with this short fanfic based off a song I had stuck in my head forever, a lot of you will probably know it (you are in love by Taylor Swift?) Anyways, I hope you enjoy and there will be a better fic coming (trust me) very soon, if I ever survive all my exams and finals since it's the end of the year.
I hope you enjoy!
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He looked at her in the darkness of the room, a glance filled with a hope for a future together as well as their happiness.
"Time moved too fast."
"I know."
His fingers grazed her buttons on her coat carefully. His touch was warm and he jokes lightly about not being able to keep his hands off her, because she made him feel that comfortable.
And he hadn't said he loved her then, but she knew.
They made small talk on the way to the coffee shop in which they met. She'd taught him how to drive years ago for the sole purpose of getting coffee together at midnight, and smiled now as the soft light above her head reflected on the chain she wore around her neck from that time they were seven and he felt it necessary to give her a necklace that complimented her beautiful eyes.
From the drivers seat he spoke.
"Look up," he said.
She does, and their shoulders brushed.
He still hasn't said it, but one touch and she's seen enough.
They drive in silence, though she can still hear it. It's in the air on the way home as well. And when they enter the bedroom, clothes half off and lips tingling with the taste of caffeinated kisses, she can feel it.
And they still don't live together, but it's morning and she's at his, trying not to giggle as he burns his toast. It's Sunday now, and she's happy.
In the hallway before disappearing to take a shower he says to keep his shirt after she spilled coffee on hers the night before, so she does. She's not even phased when he keeps his own word and gives her a hug before leaving her side, he always has.
That's one of the reasons why she lets go with him, all of her fears gone. It was a step to trust him, for him to trust her as well, but it spoke yet again and it was enough.
And when he walked her back to her apartment they kissed on the pale sidewalk, swirls of cars hurling past them some feet away. It was wonderful, even if they got into a small fight over something silly they would forget about in due time. When they talk things out, she can really feel it.
One night, it was late and he woke, sleepy and with a strange look on his face. She listened carefully, and he paused, then said
"You're my best friend."
If they didn't count Leonard.
And she knew what it was. Sheldon Lee Cooper was in love.
The word was an interesting concept. Amy always pictured them together through everything, almost as if continuously dancing in a snow globe until their knees were weak.
He'd mentioned that night how he had a picture of her in his office, and she'd finally understood why people lose their minds and fight wars, and why every writer and fangirl out there spends their whole lives trying to put the feeling into words.
Silence speaks, and Amy can hear it there. Every day on the way home, if she's paying attention, can hold the feeling, and she can see it with the lights out.
She's in love, true love, with Sheldon, and he loves her as well.
Perhaps all of the sleepy mornings and fluttery feelings would have gone farther, had that day not gone the way it did.
The day of their fifth anniversary, when she'd called it off.
Because everything described earlier, she'd imagined.
And so now she just lies there, curled up in a ball.
Only time can heal wounds such as these.