Gina had convinced him not to be a fool. He needs to go after her. Now.
So now he is standing at her door sopping wet. He had forgotten his umbrella but was too determined to continue to Amanda's, so he didn't turn back once he realized it. He is a bit out of breath, but doesn't know if it's from the quick walk here or from nerves.
"Amanda open up!" he yells as he knocks again.
Frannie is barking on the other side.
She finally opens up the door and lets him in without saying a word. Once she's closed it behind him, she just looks at him expectantly, her arms crossed.
"Amanda, I don't know what exactly went on – " he starts.
"I do," she says coldly.
"Then what exactly happened back there?"
"Oh, nothing. I just left another man that wasn't right for me."
"Just like me."
She huffs. "Sonny, you did that."
"Did what?"
"You left me. I didn't leave you." She stares him down seriously. "That mistake is on you, not me."
She grabs an open wine bottle that had been sitting on her coffee table. Takes a swig. What has gotten into her? He shakes his head. Doesn't matter.
"Look, Amanda I'm sorry. For whatever happened." He can't remember exactly what he needs to apologize for, he just knows what he wants. "But I don't want to be apart anymore - I miss you . . ."
He reaches out to touch her cheek and she flinches away.
"I'm not ready for this. Not now." She takes another swig and points a shaking finger at him. "You walked out on ME, remember?"
No he doesn't, not really.
"I don't want to go through that again – do you understand? We were so close – you were different. For once, different." She hangs her head. "You know Sonny, right now I don't know what I want. But it's not you."
He quietly closes the door behind himself and walks home in the rain. His spirits match the color of the cold grey sky.
