CHAPTER 3

Amy wasn´t able to go back to work for the rest of the day; she didn´t want her colleagues to see her crying, she couldn´t give answers to anyone at that time. She called her boss, and told her she was not feeling very well. Amy was very responsible and never missed a day of work, so her boss gave her the day off, no questions asked. She also wished her a speedy recovery.

Her green eyes, at other times lively, were now dim with tears. She was felling defeated, derided as in her teenage years, she was "Gorilla Fingers Fowler" once again.

She had trusted Sheldon; she got carried away by her feelings. Maybe it was because she didn´t want to feel so lonely, and needed a hope.

She had never imagined he would cheat on her, but, apparently, reality was different. She just had heard Sheldon and Kripke´s conversation on "a woman he had so much sex with, that he had no time for anything else."

Amy closed the door of her apartment and headed to the bedroom. She opened her closet and pulled out her pink and white polka dot flannel pajamas. She felt tired and thought a shower would be helpful.

The water was as warm as she liked it. The steam from the shower enveloped her. She didn´t want to think about him, but as she closed her eyes, there he was.

In her mind she could evoke his thin lips, his pale, almost flawless skin, those indescribable blue eyes and that hair so thin and soft. "Damn, he´s so cute!", she thought.

Yes, Sheldon was not just her boyfriend; he was the best boyfriend she could imagine. She thought of all the women who would give anything to have him. Who had stolen him from her?.

"Maybe it´s Alex, that assistant… If this woman had tried to come between Leonard and Penny, she was capable of anything". Amy thought aloud. ─ "Maybe it´s one of his students at the University".

Amy knew those girls usually stalked him because they admired his intellect and obviously he´s so handsome, too. Some of them had approached him before, but he was so innocent to know they were flirting with him. Amy did not know how long she was in the shower, when she finally came out and put on her pajamas.

She thought about calling Penny; but it was too soon to talk to anyone. Amy walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from the cabinet.

She poured herself a glass of white wine. She wanted to giver her mind a break for a night. She'd had enough of all the activity of dopamine, oxytocin, adrenaline and others neurotransmitters that had transformed her once, lucid scientific brain in a swirl of puerile and childish emotions.

Amy turned on her iPod which ironically, started playing some romantic songs.

"And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me it happens all the time ... ", the heartbreaking song did nothing but increase her sadness. ─ "I wonder if I ever cross Sheldon´s mind. Probably not, he´s so selfish!".

Suddenly, a lightning lit up the sky. It had started to rain very, very hard. Amy ran to the window and saw the sky, completely cloudy and darkened.

"Here´s to you, Limbic System", Amy raised her glass offering a toast to the region of the brain that controls emotions.

Someone knocked on the door. It was Sheldon´s knocking, unmistakable and so suggestive of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. It brought her back to reality.

She wiped the tears on her cheeks with the cuff of her pink pajamas and turned off her iPod.

"Knock, knock, knock Amy. Knock, knock, knock, Amy. Knock, knock, knock, Amy. Open the door, please. I know you're there, your car is parked outside, and I heard some music coming from your apartment. Open the door!".

Amy didn't know what to do; she wanted to open the door and hug him or better slap him in the face. Why doesn´t he leave her alone?

Amy headed to the door, and looking through the peephole, she saw Sheldon standing there, waiting to be let into his girlfriend´s apartment. His windbreaker jacket was completely soaked. Clearly he had walked in the rain.

Amy desperately wanted to open the door, but she stopped herself, and sat on the couch. She started to cry and she felt so silly acting like this. She tried to hold back her tears but it was impossible. She lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

"Knock, knock, knock, Amy. Knock, knock, knock, Amy. Knock, knock, knock, Amy. Open the door, I will not leave here until you give me an explanation. What's happening?. You think I'm upset because, even when you know I do not like gifts, you still gave the model train I wanted. Do you?"

Amy covered her ears with her hands, but she could still hear him. Sheldon continued knocking.

"Amy, I consider it´s a splendid gift!", Sheldon said. "Open the door. I'll keep knocking. The neighbors are going to be infuriated, Amy. I thought you respected the rules of coexistence in society".

Amy went to the door again and saw Sheldon sitting on the floor with his back against the corridor wall outside her apartment.

"Amy, I know you're staring at me through the peephole; I won´t go until you open that door. You know I hate sitting on the floor."

Amy got up from the couch and walked to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and then washed her face. She was breathing deeply.

She paced back and forth in the room, not knowing what to do. Could she tell him to get out of her life once and for all?

Sheldon thought and thought, but he couldn't understand Amy´s behavior. To tell the truth, he couldn´t understand his own actions. Why was he still there, waiting for her to open the door?

"This is preposterous, I should leave", he said.

Unexpectedly the door opened and there was Amy, standing in front of him; the sadness in her face exposed her, she had cried, a lot. Although Sheldon struggled to recognize the emotions of others, this was particularly evident. What was wrong?

"Amy why are you crying?", he asked. Are you feeling bad?

"So, you don´t know why am I crying? Do you remember the conversation you had with Kripke, at noon?". Amy said, without even looking at him.

"You ... heard my conversation with Kripke?", Sheldon mumbled, as he bit his lower lip.

"Yes, I did. I would like to meet that woman with whom you have so much sex." She crossed her arms over her chest and turned his back on Sheldon.

"Uh-oh, that's what happened!", Sheldon realized it was a misunderstanding.

"Yes, that´s it!. I guess I should´ve expected something like this. I assume she´s prettier, smarter, funnier, better than me; isn´t she?"

"No, of course not", he said as he put his right hand on Amy's shoulder, making her turn around to face him.

"There's no one in the world with that description, because ... there is no one in the world like you Amy Farrah Fowler, Sheldon whispered looking into her eyes". He wiped the tears streaming down her face.

Sheldon felt brave and fearless. He needed to prove his words were true. He stepped forward, cupped Amy´s chin with his right hand and very gently... he touched Amy´s lips in a soft, naïve kiss.

Amy didn´t know if this was a dream, but during those wonderful seconds, she could have sworn that her heart stopped beating.