Part 2 - Updated 04/02/18
Chapter 48
Part 1
Unlike London, Amy found the weather here to be as unpredictable as they say, windy and rain in the morning, sunny with blue skies hours later…as unpredictable and fragile as life. Thanks to Aunt Erin's homemade cookies, the sweet aroma make this place feel more like home.
"Is it going to rain today?"
Having been in Boston for a few days, Amy found herself not liking this place as much as her aunt does. Besides having an interest in the history, the architecture and art museums which she hasn't had a chance to visit yet, she found the busy streets of Boston as dirty and congested as Manhattan.
"…nope, no rain…but you never know…"
"Why do you like it here?" It can't be the weather but Aunt Erin did say she like the foliage and the snow, just not when it is up to her knee. It could be the food since she did say she enjoys going out now more than before just to try different ethnic cuisines. It could also be diversity because Aunt Erin seems to believe that the people here think differently and more open-minded because of it.
"…you'll get used to it…"
Amy had no plans on staying but at this moment, that's not what she is thinking of. What she is thinking of is learning how much Aunt Erin's life has changed. To be able to raise 2 great kids after a divorce is not an easy task. She is impressed but not surprised because after all, Aunt Erin is a teacher, maybe not one who can make a big difference, but one who hopes her efforts can make a positive impact into the lives of 4-6 year olds.
Her mother, a writer, her aunt, a kindergarten teacher, if her parents were still alive, Amy wondered if she would still join the DEBS. But one thing she is certain of, though, is if her parents were still alive, that video of herself would not have existed, that mission which others have talked about and thought about would never have been executed, at least not by her.
"I found it. "
And there's one more thing Amy is impressed with; her aunt's ability to navigate around the video pad, knowing more than just turning it on to check her emails, unlike others of her age. After learning that Sidney is the lead singer in a band with her group of friends, Amy was very surprised that there is a musician in her family. Someone in our family can actually sing? She'll have to wait and see. She wasn't surprised, though, to learn that Sidney is a fan of the megastar.
"Do know why she wants to learn to play the guitar?"
Amy couldn't think of a reason other than being interested in it, knowing that Aunt Erin has child support so money shouldn't be an issue. If Sidney wants piano lessons, Aunt Erin would've supported her.
"She said 'It's the only way to get girls.' Amy, I thought she meant friends, get friends, make friends…"
Everything she learned about Sidney made her laugh. This made Amy laughed ever harder because Aunt Erin just admitted how dumb she was for not getting the hints that Sidney had been giving her for years. Amy had no intention of meeting with her cousins, but now wonders if she should, just to ask Sidney what she would do if her mother objects to her relationship.
"okay, it's playing…"
Leaning back against the softness of the pillow, Amy closes her eyes and listens with full attention with the earphone in her ears. The first few sounds are pleasing to the ear. Sidney's voice isn't bad either, better than a lot of artists out there. No piano, no drums, just sounds created from the vibration of strings of an acoustic guitar. Thank goodness, it's not the megastar's song. Is she using autotune? Is that why she sounds so good? Not only the voice, the lyrics also caught her attention. If she had not heard of Sidney's story, she wouldn't know this song is a personal story of a love that she wants but can't have. She might not have met Sidney, but heard enough to know that Sidney is not someone who would easily give up.
Please…don't…ever forget me…
I…know, you'll be watching over me...
They broke up? Is she dead? What happened? Having chatted with Aunt Erin in the last few days, Amy found her to be understanding and open-minded. Whether her daughter is gay or straight, she wouldn't care. Is this is written before or after she found out. But the better question is:
"Did Sydney write this?"
If she did, then wow. This could be the song that will jump start her singing career, that is if she wants to be a singer. "Aunt Erin?"
With darkness everywhere, she couldn't see but could sense there is a presence near her.
"Aunt Erin?"
Clearly something is wrong because Aunt Erin wouldn't be playing a joke on her at a time like this. Aunt Erin would respond if she could. She reached to her right to confirm. Yes. There is someone there. But even if she couldn't see, she knows that those fingers don't belong to Aunt Erin. Ignoring the consequences, she immediately took off the eye cover.
"Lucy?"
Part 2
"Why didn't you tell me?"
It's not Lucy but Lucy probably would have said the same thing if she's here.
"How could you keep this from me?"
One less person knowing is one less person worrying. Max.
"Have you ever thought about how I would feel?"
Of course I have. But there's nothing you can do. Nothing anyone can do. It wasn't the right time. It wasn't the right moment. It's better not to tell you or anyone.
"Does she know?"
If you didn't tell her, then no.
"Amy, she loves you...and don't tell me you don't love her."
"I don't."
"Stop it. I know you do...otherwise you wouldn't have slept with her."
"I did it to save Bobby." …oops…It's too late to retract the response now nor could she think of anything to say to Aunt Erin who's probably very confused, shocked and wondering if everything she learned was a lie.
"Amy! Stop lying! You gave her oral sex!"
"Max!" That's personal. That's not something you can just blurt out, especially not in front of Aunt Erin, especially when it's not true. Amy was about to explain why she said that at that moment but a whisper caught her attention. It's soft. It's unclear…and...why did Max say 'ow'? "Max, were you able to find her?"
There could only be one other person in this room other than Aunt Erin. Footsteps could be heard, coming closer and closer. It could be Max. It could also be her aunt but not getting a response confirmed that it could only be the mystery blonde, the one at the warehouse, the one whom she asked Max to find.
"I just want to ask one question. Do you…want me…to leave?"
How long? How long before she finds out? Before or after the surgery. Amy was hoping for the latter. Wiping the tears away didn't make the image any clearer so Amy stopped trying and instead pulled Lucy in, holding her as tight as she possibly can.
Sounds of Amy's cry broke her heart. Lucy wasn't expecting this. Why? Why? Why? was a question Lucy asked herself over and over again after getting an unexpected call. Why didn't you tell me you're sick? Why didn't you tell me about your plan? Why did you lie to me? was a stupid question that she should've known the answer to but at that time, she didn't rule out the possibility that Amy doesn't love her. The questions she had would've all made sense if that was true…but now…
"I'm not leaving even if you want me to."
There is no need to hide it anymore, no need to hide it from Lucy, Max or Aunt Erin who should understand by now. But there is a need to explain. If she had known that there would be a price for getting her memory back, she never would've wished for it. If she had a choice, she would've chosen not to remember over the aneurysm. This time is more fatal than the last. This time, there is a chance that she may never be able to see again.
