Episode 6 ~ Amy has a Plan
Updated: Sep 1, 2020
“What time is it? ” he asked, still groggy.
“It’s 1:30,” She said. He’d been asleep for less than two hours, but it felt as if days had gone past.
“What are you doing? ” he asked. “Are you alright?”
“No,” she said stiffly, “I’m not.”
They stood, motionless. Neither of them spoke for a full minute. Nate finally asked, “Is there anything I can do?”
She shook her head and finally said,”What’s wrong with me?”
“I don’t know that there’s anything wrong with you.,” Nate said. He was cautious. She’d flipped, and he wasn’t looking for a repeat performance.
“Then why don’t you want to marry me?” Her eyes welled with tears, and his instincts told him to go to her; to hold her in his arms but given the events of the evening, he knew that would only hurt her more.
“I don’t know,” he whispered,“But it doesn’t mean that there is something wrong with you.” he tried to sound reassuring.
“Is there any way we can forget about what happened tonight?” She pleaded.
“I don’t think so, Amy. I am not willing to continue hurting you. We don’t want to same things.”
“That’s complete bullshit, Nate. You always said you wanted to get married and have a big family, just like yours. But why can’t you want that with me?” Her anger was starting to grow again, but she took a long breath and calmed herself down. She was seriously at risk of losing him forever. The next few minutes were absolutely crucial.
Nate laughed, not at her but out of nerves, “You have no idea how sorry I am. If I had been paying attention, I’d have known, I’d have seen that you were waiting. You’ve been holding your breath waiting for me to…to get off my ass. But it’s just not what I want.” He took a breath and said the next words slowly as if he were diffusing a bomb. “I think it’s best if we end this.”
He waited. Waited for her to scream or throw something.
Instead, she whispered,”Okay, if that’s what you want.” and then the waterworks came in full force. She sobbed and sobbed, willing him to cross the distance and hold her, to say he was sorry, to take it all back. But he didn’t. He handed her a tissue and asked her for the second time,”Is there anything I can do?”
Sniffling, she said, ”No. Maybe. Can we not tell people, please? I walked out of work tonight with a big bunch of roses. Everyone thinks I’m off on a big romantic date with my perfect boyfriend. I don’t want anyone to know.”
“I can’t see how that will work. It’ll get around, eventually,” he said. Deep down, she was hoping that it never would get out. That by some miracle, this would all be repaired in the next day or two. She knew that there was something she could do.
“You’re going to miss me you know.” She meant to sound steady and confident, but she feared that it came out bitchy.
Nate didn’t seem to notice. He only smiled and said, “Of course I am.” Walking toward her, he hugged her tightly. She sighed and rested her head on his chest and breathed in.
“Nate,” she said getting an idea. “What if this wasn’t over?”
“I don’t follow? Forgive me, I’m tired,” he said.
“You said yourself, you’re going to miss me.” she was hopeful.
“I am. I will,” he said.
“Maybe some time apart will help. What if, a month from now, you miss us so much that everything changes?”
He saw where this was headed. It was not a good idea but at this point, he was tired of talking and was willing to do almost anything to crawl back into his bed.
“Amy...,” he started to protest.
“Please,” she pleaded. “Don’t throw four years down the toilet because of one bad night.”
He sighed, “That’s not why this is happening…”
She interrupted,” Just try, Please, oh please.”
Weakening, he sighed again,”Alright, what are you suggesting?”
“Just a break. We take a few weeks, stay away from each other, as much as we can, and then see how we feel.” This was going to work; she was sure of it.
“A break,” and then exasperated be mumbled, ”Terrific, our relationship is now a 90’s sitcom. Alright.” he couldn’t believe he was agreeing to this. But if this was what she needed, what difference did it make? It could be over now or over a month from now. It wasn’t like he had any plans. They could peel this band-aid off slowly if it meant she had the time to process and not kill him when it was finally done a month from now. Poor, Amy. He genuinely wanted her to be happy.
“Okay, look,” he said. “We will do this. I’ll stay away as much as I can at work. I’ll make sure you’re not on my service for a month, okay. You have to get back to it eventually but for now, we’ll give each other space. But, you have to be a professional. If I have to ask anything of you at work, you have to act like a grown up.”
“I will! ” she hugged him. “March 14th, it’s a Monday.” she was excited.
“How do you know that? ” he chuckled in spite of himself. “Because there are 28 days in February, except this in Leap Year so add a day and today is Sunday.,” She was rambling.
“Oh, crap. That doesn’t work.
That was supposed to be Ethan’s wedding week. I’m off and spending some time with him.”
“Oh, yeah. Poor, Ethan. It’s going to be a tough week.” she said sadly. “March 20th then, it’s the first day of spring?” A good day for a new start, she thought.
“Okay,” he said, reluctant as he ushered her to the door. He resisted the urge to kiss her cheek. His impulse was more of habit than desire. He locked the door behind her.
Rubbing his forehead, he headed back to bed. The relief he had felt earlier was gone and replaced with a sense of dread. He’d taken a hurt and angry woman and instead of calming her down, he’d temporarily stuffed her into a pressure cooker. In a month, she could potentially go off again. He hoped that she would take good care of herself in the next few weeks and come to the same conclusion that he had, that they didn’t fit and that she was better off with someone who wanted her completely. But it was done for now. He had a lot to keep him occupied over the next month. The time would fly by, uneventful, and they would both get on with their lives. It would be fine.