*Hi! I'm back with another one-shot Ephramy fanfic. This one is from Amy's POV. I know that it is a bit dramatic, but oh well lol. The quote at the beginning is from the song "The Coldest of Calendars" by Punchline. Enjoy and review!*
"Half the time I am alive just to see your smile."
Sometimes I love him so much it makes me sick. My head throbs with pain and my stomach churns. My heart leaps into my throat at the sight of him and stays there until he fades out of view. Chills run up my spine, down my arms, through my veins and back to my heart, Goosebumps cover my body and my eyes well up with tears, threatening to spill over and stream down my cheeks. Sometimes I love him so much it exhausts me. I am worn-out and emotionally drained after seeing him, talking to him, thinking about him. He's my vice, my fetish, my weakness.
And when he plays the piano…his hands glide over the ivory keys as if independent from his body. His fingers touch every key with such ease and perfection. Each note resembles a brushstroke of a painter--no stoke can stand alone, but when added to many other, it is sheer brilliance, a masterpiece. His eyes gleam with fire, desire, and passion.
He walks next to me in the hallway, our arms swinging simultaneously, enjoying a light conversation. Even the slightest movement would cause our hands to touch. I move slightly. My warm pinkie is shocked by his cold one. But you know what they
say-- cold hands, warm heart. Despite his lack of warmth, he radiates energy. The contact lasts for a second, no more. I think about it for hours, while I'm sure he didn't even notice.
He sits across from me at the diner. I can't look into his eyes. I won't look into his eyes. I am wise. I know that once I look, I will be captivated forever, my mind numbed, my lips frozen. By the time I remind myself of the power of his enchanting eyes, its too late. My eyes lock into his. Here comes that sick feeling again. So this is what its like to be in love..