NO FAKING FATE

by aristarazz

Karma finally admit her feelings to Amy, but Amy is swept away into the witness protection program after Hank gets himself into trouble in Columbia. After 5 years of zero contact, Karma's uncle dies and leaves their family a farm and radio station in Boone, which just happens to be the same town Amy has been residing in for the past 5 years. [Karma,Amy]

10. Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

KARMA POV

I have not slept a single wink since my experience in that gallery in town. It was boggling my mind beyond repair. How in the world would a picture of me sleeping have ended up in a town over a thousand kilometres away from Austin? More importantly, who would have it and why in the world would they display it? One way or another, I was going to find out who exactly this Erin person was and it couldnt wait.

I jumped out of bed immediately and ran a bath. While the bath was running, I went over to my cupboard and decided on an outfit to disguise myself. Well, not a complete disguise, just something that wouldnt make it so obvious that it was me, just in case that lady at the store remembered me from the other day. I still felt kind of bad for just running off like that. I decided on a black skinny jean, white strapped top and a purple and black flannel top to put over. I picked up my small black pinstripe hat and decided it would cover my hair nicely. As I was picking shoes, I realised the water was almost running over the bath and I ran over to the bathroom, nearly colliding with the wall on the side of the door.

I turned off the water quickly and literally made it just in time before I flooded the entire bathroom. I let some of the water out and got into the bath. I needed to relax, even if it was just for a couple of minutes. I got into the water slowly and laid my head back against the bath. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts trail back to the last day I saw Amy. I remembered vividly how she looked as if I was looking at her right now. I remembered how she smelt, how her eyes lit up whenever she laid her eyes on me, how she used to frown whenever she would concentrate and most importantly, how her lips tasted when we finally kissed for real, without faking anything on the last day. God, I have never missed her this much. When I finally opened my eyes, tears were running down my cheeks slowly and I decided to finish up so that I could go into town and find out what was going on and finally put this behind me, it hurt way too much thinking about her, especially since I was trying to start a new life.

I was ready and out of the door within 20 minutes. I got a take away latte before I made my way back to the record store. I had the perfect view of the entrance and I was going to stay there as long as it took to see exactly who this Erin woman was. I had to keep busy, so I went through the records throroughly and came across some classics. After about an hour (which seemed like an eternity) I got a call from my mom telling me that I should meet them for lunch at the Saloon. I told them to meet me in an hour, so I could at least have a little more time. I havent spotted anything out of the ordinary yet, but something told me to hold on just a little longer. I continued my adventure through some of the best music never taking my eyes off that window for longer than a few seconds. I came across and old Bob Dylan record and was just about to add it to my purchase pile when I spotted a yellow jeep stopping in front of the gallery. My curiosity was immediately ignited. I stared at the jeep, waiting for the person to exit the car, but nothing prepared me for what I was about to see.

I was frozen to the spot...as the woman climbed out of the jeep, I noticed the long blonde hair tied up in a loose pony tail. She had not turned around yet, but she didnt need to. I recognised her immediately. There was no doubt in my mind that the woman was none other than Amy. Amy made her way into the gallery and I still couldnt move. I stood there frozen for what seemed like hours and for once in my life I was clueless as to what my next move should be. Do I go over there and confront her or do I walk away and think of what I was going to say first? Before I knew it though, I was standing right in front of the entrance of the gallery shaking from head to toe. I was still in a daze when suddenly the door opened and we were standing face to face for the first time in 5 years.

I think the shock on both of our faces was expected, but we just stood there forever and just looked at each other. Neither of us able to form words or move for that matter. Before it became too arkward though, Amy just suddenly grabbed me and held me so tight that it felt I couldnt breath with tears streaming down both of our faces. We obviously had alot to discuss, but in this moment we were frozen just holding each other like it was the last time we would see each other again and we never got that moment before now.