*Hey! Sorry its been so long since an update..I've been so busy! (By the way, I hope you like this chapter! Review please! Xoxo)
~midtowngirl89*
The sun shone brightly that Sunday morning, but the hope and warmth it brings was bittersweet. Amy discreetly peeked around the corner, looked over a bush, and even walked up and down the street (not so discreetly) to watch the Brown's moving day. She hadn't caught a glimpse of Ephram, but wasn't planning on giving up. She did, however, see Andy and Delia hauling boxes into the yard, where burly men, with hole filled jeans and shirts saturated with sweat, lifted the Brown's possessions into the truck.
"Hi Docter Brown. Hiya Delia!" Delia smiled, waved, and turned back to sifting through a box, a baseball cap slipped over her silky brown hair. Dr. Brown smiled a hearty smile and approached Amy.
"Hello there Amy. I think it's safe to assume you're looking for Ephram."
"You would be correct, Dr. Brown." Amy grinned and looked around the gradually emptying house. "Dr. Brown?"
"Yes, Amy?" Andy's brow furrowed as a confused look appeared on his face.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but why are you moving your family to New York?"
"Oh, I thought Ephram would have told you already. Well, I got a job there…they want me back at the hospital I used to work it."
Amy felt a horrible feeling of regret and disgust in the pit of her stomach.
"And concerning the whereabouts of Ephram, I'm pretty sure he's inside. He's not taking this very well…" Dr. Brown began to look absentminded and he walked back to the house. "I have so much work to do…goodbye Amy."
"Bye," she whispered. She wandered back to her house, up the street, and laid in her room, depressing music playing softly, just as it had the day before, and the day before that.
Ephram touched the wall of his room. The empty wall, just as the other three were. He was the kind of person that couldn't leave well enough alone, even though his situation was anything but good. He grabbed the backpack near his feet, full of things to do for the long trip to New York. Ephram pulled out a notebook, and well-used pencil, and began writing, all of this unbeknownst to Amy.
A yellow taxi pulled into the driveway of the Brown's house, or the former Brown's house perhaps. A few suitcases were set into the truck. Delia slid in first, then Andy. Ephram lingered, taking in his house, his life for the last 8 months.
"Ephram! Ephrammmm!" Amy shouted, her voice horse, as she raced to him, face red, out of breath. "You…can't…leave….yet…"
Ephram pulled her into a quick hug, memorizing how it felt to be in her arms. He slipped her a folded piece of paper.
"Here." Ephram slid into the car last, with the taxi driver looking annoyed. He shut the door, waved to Amy, and was soon out of sight.
"You sure look happy to have just left the love of your life," Andy observed. Ephram had had the same drunken grin on his face since the moment he got into the car.
"Yeah…..yeah…" Ephram said dreamily. Andy shook his head and laughed, leaving Ephram still in his own world.