amy pov
i get home from the hospital and run straight ahead to my room
i see a photo of bumper and i on a frame , a edited photo of me and bumper on my dream board,
several letters i wrote for bumper on my desk
a flower on my desk thats almost dead and it says from bumper
was i that obsessed?
did i love him that much ?
then i heard a knock on my door
" ames "
" yes mom, come in"
" so how are you?"
"im fine, mom, did i really love bumper this much?"
" oh darling... you loved him more than that"
" what do you mean?"
"you would have mental and emotional breakdowns at random times, you would cut your skin in your arms, you would just eat salad to get thinner for him so technically you were a vegetarian at some point and you mentioned something about risking your life for him"
" i dont remember anything, and it makes me sad that I've hurt my bestfriend "
" just go with the flow , did you have feelings for him in the first place ? like when you met him?"
"yeah i thought he was cute, but when i saw him with his girlfriend I decided to back off... and i dont remember what happened next"
" okay so ponder on that and get some rest , you have school tomorrow"
" mom, can i please not go to school i look like a mess , everyones going to make fun of me
and even worse bumper is there i turned him down and i dont think he even wants to see me"
" no, you're going even though you like it or not, and plus your going to have to talk to him at some point "
" ugh fine "