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I don't own Sonic and all that jazz surrounding him.
What was that spark? Was I electrocuted…?
It had been a week since this incident had occurred but the same thought had stuck with Amy as the days had passed. She could still feel the lingering aftershocks of the initial shock, still sending shivers up her spine.
It was all very bizarre for Amy and she didn't know what to make of it. So she tried her best to avoid it. It was new and she found it slightly thrilling with a crazy lure of danger but to actually explain any of those emotions was something she couldn't do.
So it was pushed into the back of her mind as she went about her daily life.
Today she had woken up quite early and had woken herself up slightly by a hot and steaming shower in which she was still enjoying. Her soft voice rang out as she lathered up the shampoo in her hair. The song came to an end as she rinsed the bubbles out and ran her fingers through her wet yet soft hair.
With the song at an end, the shower also ended as Amy grabbed the towels and wrapped it around her slim figure before heading to her bedroom and the pine wardrobe in the corner. She was now feeling very refreshed and ready to start her day.
Heading down the stairs in her fresh clothes, Amy went straight to the kitchen making a small detour to the living room drawers on the way. From the top drawer, also made of pine like her wardrobe, Amy pulled out her laptop.
Once in the kitchen she placed it onto her four seated round table and started it up. While she patiently waited for it to load Amy switched on the kettle, listening to the bubbles throughout the water as it steamed up.
Although she preferred the kind you bought from a coffee shop, the homemade kind was enough to give her a small kick of the energy she'd need. She poured the contents of the sachet into her favourite mug. It was a wide but short one which resembled a bowl with a handle and it was coloured a light shade of pink with a cream banner at the top.
Amy's favourite part of this mug was the fact that she could hold it within her two hands and it would warm them both. This is how she carried it back to the table, taking pleasure in the warmth it radiated. The smell of chocolate and coffee filled her senses as the mocha was placed down on top of a coaster.
Time to work! I wonder what advice I can give today…
She made her way to her email address, scrolling through them all and scanning for job related ones. She skipped over the new sales at her favourite stores but made a mental note to come back to them and see what deals they had.
Ohhh….That's my favourite shop! I wonder what they have on offer… But I'll have to wait, my clients come first!
Finally Amy found one. She clicked onto the link and up popped the problem in which she hoped she could shed some light onto.
Dear Rose,
I have been with this guy for almost three years now and I have been madly in love with him. Which seems all very well and good you're probably thinking. However, this guy hasn't exactly showed his worth to me, which makes me sad and if I mention it a fight breaks out.
I don't know what to do. For the first half of our relationship he was still hung up on his ex, comparing me to her and still telling her he loved her and he even told her she was beautiful. I wasn't happy about this and we argued but I've come to realise that he made me feel guilty for it all, like it was my fault.
I pushed all this aside while he continued to do it and then one day, 'the' day came where I decided I wanted to be his and well I decided to give him my innocence if you will. However, he had nothing to return. I knew that he and his ex had a history; I just didn't know how much he'd shove that in my face. He told all his friends about it and I became the news between them. Yet even then I never showed him how much he was destroying me. I have given him everything I can…
That doesn't seem enough. In fact it wasn't enough. 4 months into our relationship and he was telling another girl how much he loved her and he wanted to be with her. He said he never did anything else… This is after he hid this from me for a further 6 months while I told him I loved him and he told me he loved me and then he went to her and told her he loved her and then he would go to his ex and say the same thing… Anyway, he said he never did anything else, but how do I know that? How do I know that while I was kissing him he wasn't thinking about her? How do I know he still isn't?
He has apologised loads since then, but I've been hurt time after time so I'm a little wary, which is no way to be in a relationship. But I love him, which I don't understand. What can I do? I want a future with him but I don't see one forming.
The thing is this isn't even half of the stuff we have been through…
Am I expecting too much? Because all of this is still stored up in my mind, I can't forget it so how can I move on? Should I move on? But the thing is now I feel the roles have reversed slightly. He seems to be the one wanting the relationship more and I seem to be turning into the laidback, yeah yeah that's great glad you liked it I don't really care type, which is how he used to be.
Any advice you can offer me would be great and I'll be very grateful.
Kind Regards
Amy read the email, with tears welling up in her eyes. This poor girl…
What kind of advice could she tell this girl? Forgive and forget; he picked you over the other girl right? He's apologised and apologised? He must mean it!
But she said he has apologised for everything but then he's done another thing to hurt her and that has been followed with another hurting and another apology.
Amy's took a sip of her coffee, hoping it would help her with formulating some guidance to help her client. She knew she couldn't tell the girl to leave her boyfriend but she also knew that this girl was in love, leaving him wouldn't seem an option to her.
Just as Amy's mind began to ache from not only the thinking but from her empathetic side kicking in and hitting Amy with full force as she started to feel the pain written in the text, her phone rang.
This resulted in bringing Amy back to her reality, helping her grasp on to her life and emotions yet some remained.
Flipping open her phone, she heard a low masculine voice speak out to her.
"I believe I owe you a coffee date?"
