Chapter V

Five years.

Finally time had passed. The boy full of dreams in mind and a love in the heart that seemed to expand more each day passed away from the one that he swore to himself to love forever.

Although in the last year the only thing left for him that kept the flame of such a genuine love still bright and strongly lit on his chest were the letters that carry her scent and the most beautiful declarations and vows of a love he didn't know if was still as alive as she had said in the last letter he had received more than a year ago.

For more than a year his letters kept coming back and forth. No matter how many times he sent them.

At first he thought it was just a mistake and then sent another. But that too came back. Then he sent another. And again it came back.

But young Sheldon was persevering, and in the last year what he did most was send letters. But none of them were answered.

Had she given up?

Had she stopped loving him?

Had she gotten tired of keeping in touch?

Maybe she had found some other suitor. Maybe she had realized that being alone was better. Maybe she realized that deep down inside she didn't love him that much.

For a year his heart ached and slammed into his chest trying to find a plausible answer to that awful situation. For a year he searched for a light; for a remedy that would relieve him. He prayed to a God who did not even believe that a miracle would happen.

He wanted to leave Texas, go after his love and understand what had happened. He wanted to hear from her lips that it was nothing, that it was just a misunderstanding. And that she was still waiting for him. But he knew he could not.

In recent months his grandfather became very ill and in a matter of little time he had no more strength to fight against the terrible disease that caught him and all of his family by surprise. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before he gave his last breath. What no one expected was the day after his death, his wife would die as well.

She could not live in a world without him.

With Junior most of the time caring for the family business, Sheldon was left with the mission of caring for his mother and sister. Although all attempts to persuade Mary to sell family properties in Texas, she was irreducible. She had been born and raised in that place, saw her father work hard to have everything they had, it was hard to sell everything and just go.

But he knew he needed to follow his life, run after his dreams. And when the time finally came, his mother encouraged him to go.

Nothing would stop him there.

Nothing more would prevent him from going to study and of course, to go after his love and the answers he was looking for.

And as the train approached the station, Sheldon was closer to his love. They were five years apart, but now just few hours separated him from his happiness.

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Fate often is often truly ruthless to those who believe in it. He always gives h

its way to make things happen. Sometimes in a good way, sometimes not so much. Those who believe know that often things happen in such a way that it becomes unbelievable. Those who do not believe, live seeking answers to unbelievable things. But whether by fate or not, things do not stop happening. It could be the butterfly effect, or even Murphy's law. The time never stops. Life goes its course. And it loves to play pranks.

Oh how it loves it.

Sometimes some people cling to the idea that maybe everyone has their little miracle. Amy, however, was not one of those people. But how could she not believe that at least one theory, an explanation, were the universe, destiny, some spiritual vitality, or just the butterfly effect, could explain all the phenomena that had occurred in her life in the last five years?

She had no answers, and she knew it would be fruitless to try to find them. It was necessary to accept the natural course of events and just to live. After all, it was impossible to change time, go back in the past and revive it or simply fix everything that had gone wrong. But it was also impossible to predict the future. No matter how often her sixth sense spoke loudly enough, it was silent most of the time.

Had she run if she knew the next thing?

Deep down she knew she did.

Every step she took, the faster she ran, the more she threw herself from the arms of fate; of the future ...

The flapping of a butterfly's wings can cause an earthquake. Rejection by someone, or more specifically by someone's kiss, would take your feet off the floor.

Literally.

She passed through halls and corridors at an impressive speed. She hardly knew where she was going. Her reasoning was troubled. Her mind had triggered the glow signal. She would not stop for anything now. She was so stunned that as she descended the steps to the main patio, she did not notice the end of the railing at the top of the steps, and when she realized it she screamed, but it was too late. Her body was suspended in the air, save for the only hand that held the edge of the floor. But her hand was slipping, and she knew the fall would be inevitable. Only the tips of her fingers held her. She squeezed her eyelids, her face writhing in agony, a desperate tear fell and slid down her face. And just like the tear, she fell as well.

She expected the contact with a hard and cold ground. And maybe some gnawing pain that would make her want death. But instead, she felt the contact of two strong arms, warm and secure. A familiar scent invaded her senses, leaving her dizzy. A scent she'd recognized from the letters she held in a small box in the drawer of the nightstand. She felt herself being pulled closer, hearing a gasping breath and a sense of comfort took hold. A feeling of home ...

Was death like this?

Comfortable and beautiful?

A round of applause was heard around her, but she refused to open her eyes. She trembled, but those arms holding her were fully steady. Her chest rose and fell frantically, following her breathing. Understanding was gradually clearing her thoughts and she began to understand the situation. She opened her eyes slowly and the first thing she came upon was her hand resting on a broad, rigid, masculine breastplate, covered in social robes; a white shirt overlaid by a tie in the darkest shade of gray, and a jacket just a few lighter shades.

Her hand involuntarily made its way up; through the back of his head, and the tips of her fingers finally tracing a slow trail through the hot skin of his face to the cheeks that burned like flames. Gathering her courage she finally raised her head to acknowledge her savior. Her eyes slowly registered the sketch of thin, parted lips and a well-angled chin, a well-drawn nose, and finally his eyes. Blue. Two pairs of sapphire. Well wide and intense as the blue of the sea. Eyes she had not seen in five years.

"Amy!" The owner of the eyes sighed.

That voice, she knew who she belonged to but it was so different from years ago. It was grave and full of masculinity. Certainly a result of puberty. The shivers ran all over her body.

Those blessed eyes continued to stare at her with vehemence. Reading secret poems written in her soul. Poems of love, of hope, of devotion. She had kept these poems hidden for so long. She did not even know they were still there, or if she knew, she did not expect he could read them so easily. But he read them. And let her read his too. There were poems of longing in his soul as well as pain and resilience.

The destiny. He's really ruthless.

A second more or less and the worst could have happened.

But it was accurate. And she felt herself reborn.

The world stopped at that moment, until it seemed to freeze. Everything around them became a blur of faces, sounds, gestures ... They were catapulted into a parallel universe. And there they remained.

Where were they anyway? Who were they? How did they get there?

So many questions. No answers.

She broke the contact of her eyes and rested her head on the shaft of his neck, letting one of her hands slip back into the back of the head and the other around his shoulders. He buried his face in her neck, sucking in her sweet, delicate scent. So many feelings, so many sensations, so many things, unforeseen and oppressive events.

Hours. Minutes. Decades. Centuries.

How long were they there? It didn't matter. Reality struck aggressively and acrimoniously against the pair as a harsh, agonizing voice addressed them.

"I believe you can release my fiancee, Cooper."

It was at this moment that Sheldon knew how it felt to have his heart plucked from his chest.

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