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Ami was standing doing dishes at the sink. It'd been three months since *He'd* left. It'd been about about two months since she moved in with Kale to help with Seth. She still couldn't even say *his* name and she had yet hear Kale say Kat's.
She wasn't certain exactly how Kale felt about her but she did know how she felt about him. It wasn't a romantic love. No, she couldn't handle that right now. It was more of the love you have for your best friend. He'd helped her through so much.
She lived in the guest room. When she'd first moved in she had cried every night. She could make though each day and sometimes even smiled but it was all false. She still had ached and cried at night. Now she only cried maybe once a week if things were going badly.
Kale had heard her, she supposed, for he had comforted her and just held her until she finally had fallen asleep each night. He never spoke of it during the day and Seth never knew. She still needed to thank him for that. With his strong arms and a shoulder to cry on, he'd helped so much to heal her hurt heart.
Kale was home. She heard the back door close. He'd come through the kitchen soon. She heard his steps get closer.
"Hi," she said as he got close. She didn't hear his reply but he kept getting closer to her. Then she felt his lips upon her cheek.
"Hi." He finally answered her as he pulled back.
She just stood there frozen in shock, her eyes wide and her hands in the dishwater. She finally herself to move and looked at Kale. He was waiting for her reaction.
"You.... you... kissed me," she stammered out. He just smiled at her as if pleased and walked off.
Ami just stood at the sink, her hands still submerged in the water.
He had kissed her. Had he really kissed her or had he kissed the image of who used to stand here?
No. No. He had to have kissed her. The way he had looked, the way he'd waited, he hadn't just kissed her out of habit with Kat. He had known he was kissing Ami.
Ami regained control of her body and went back to doing dishes with her mind reeling in circles. The thoughts chasing each other around in her mind.
He'd kissed her. It had to be a joke, a sick joke, but still a joke. He wouldn't actually love her, would he? No, it was just a test of some sort. Did she pass it? He looked pleased.
There was just one thought that kept coming up however. *If he loves me, do I, can I, love him?*
The answer, in time, turned out to be: Yes, she could.