Chapter 8: Goodbye

She was thinking too much about him. Or worried so much about him. Those could be the reasons he keeps popping up in her dreams. Amy decided she's had enough. And it's not really healthy. There must be something she can do to stop the vivid dreams.

That week, she decided to take the pill less frequently. She planned a new sleeping routine, something that would help her mind take off the busyness of the day and relax her off to sleep. She booked her flight to Boston by month's end. She also checked the lease agreement of her next potential apartment. She made a list of what she'll take and what she'll leave behind. She's really getting a move on.

Well, maybe if she thinks about saying goodbye to Dream Sheldon, she might actually get to do it the next time he comes around. Then all the vivid dreams would definitely be over.

'You'll hurt your neck if you keep sleeping like that,' she woke to find Dream Sheldon wrapping the afghan on her shoulders.

'It's the last of your lectures tomorrow?' he asked when she didn't reply.

'Yes,' she confirmed, sitting up.

She's too busy looking at him. It's Wednesday and he's got the right pyjamas on. Her living room is flooded with light. But it's only him she can see in sharp contrast.

This is the moment. She's got to say goodbye.

"Liste-"

'Look, I got you something,' he cut in excitedly. 'It's the brain scans of the team I'm working with. I had them taken right after we wrapped up our study!'

He laid the films side by side in front of her, 'See, here's Prof. Wil-'

She touched his wrist. It feels so warm, so solid... so real. Her touch made him stop talking.

'Thank you, Sheldon,' she whispered. 'Listen, we can't do this anymore. I can't… I can't continue doing this. I'm leaving soon, and I don't… it's not right to take you there with me… I... you should stop,' she pleaded.

His eyes followed her hand when she took it back before he replied, 'Alright.'

Amy moved back a little, leaning on the edge of her couch. She didn't know how she managed to fall asleep slumped on her coffee table while sifting through the materials for her lecture tomorrow. There are papers everywhere, her tea cup stands on the side, empty and forlorn. Her back aches a little from sitting on the floor too long. She got up to sit fully on the couch.

'What do we do now?' his voice was so uncertain.

'We say goodbye,' her voice is as heavy as her body feels.

He moved to sit beside her.

Amy turned sideways, Dream Sheldon did the same. They're face to face now, their knees touching. She held the afghan tighter to herself.

She has to say goodbye now. And maybe she can also include all the things she'll never get the chance to say to real Sheldon. This may be the ultimate closure she's ever going to get. Now, where to begin?

'I saw you first that day in the coffee shop,' she started. 'I saw you and I felt something, you know. I don't know what it was, just that it made me feel I must've known you from somewhere, some time… that I must get near you... that I may love you yet.

'How many dimensions are there again, twenty-six?'

'Twenty-six,' he confirmed.

'And the number of universes?'

'Infinite.'

'I hope that's true. I hope there are multiple dimensions and there's an infinite number of universes. And that in each one, the law of big numbers apply. That gives a chance, you see? The chance of us being together in this one fell through, but if in other universes, where there's another you and me... maybe, just maybe... there's a version of us who are happy… and together.'

Amy paused to take a deep breath. She sat up a little with her hands propped on the cushion. 'At least in this one, one of us is happy,' she breathed before leaning in to give him a lingering kiss on his cheek.

'Good bye now, Dream Sheldon.'

AN: Can your heart still take it? I'm an angst writer and all that, but I love happy endings,too you know. Please give me a chance to put your Shamy heart back together.