" Hold on! " her throat was scratchy; a bit swollen from sobs.
Amy Rose quickly went into her restroom, wiped off the mascara, washed her face, brushed her quills a bit, and went out to answer the door. She opened it to find Cream the Rabbit at her door.
" Ms. Amy, what took you so long? " she giggled.
" Uh, I had to get dressed, " she started. " and I just woke up. Slept in, you know. Come in. "
" Uh-huh.. " the doe replied, not covinced, but let it go.
" Ms. Amy, are you alright? " the young rabbit inquired, changing the subject rather quickly. Well, she did have a right to. Last night was rather rough.
" Oh, Cream, please just call me Amy. Also, yes, I'm fine. I don't need.. " she paused. " him. Yes, I don't need him. " she repeated as if trying to convince herself.
Last night.. she remembered so clearly.
This post has been edited by Nami the Lost: 06 June 2005 - 08:10 PM


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