A Day in The Life of Amy

The night pressed heavy against Amy’s condo windows, the world outside muted and still. Max dozed at the foot of the couch, unaware of the storm churning inside his owner. Amy sat curled with her knees to her chest, staring at her phone.

No texts. No calls. Fiona had been silent since their last conversation.

Her chest ached with the memory of Fiona’s voice—soft but firm, demanding honesty. You either want me, or you don’t.

Amy rose suddenly, grabbing her keys. She didn’t want another night of overthinking, of lying awake in the dark. She needed to see her.

The drive across Napa felt like a blur, headlights cutting through quiet streets until she pulled up to Fiona’s loft. Her hands shook as she knocked.

The door opened, and Fiona stood there, curls loose around her face, barefoot in an oversized shirt. She looked surprised—but not shocked. Like maybe she had been waiting.

“Amy,” she breathed.

Amy’s throat tightened. “I couldn’t stay away.”

For a moment, Fiona didn’t move. Then, with a sigh that sounded like surrender, she stepped aside. Amy entered, the air thick with unsaid words.

Fiona crossed her arms. “Did you come to give me an answer?”

Amy shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. “I came because every time I try to walk away, I feel like I’m leaving part of myself behind. I don’t know what I’m doing, Fiona. I’m scared. But I know that when I’m with you, I feel—” She broke off, searching for the word. “—alive.”

The walls between them cracked in that instant. Fiona’s expression softened, her defenses slipping. She stepped closer, brushing Amy’s cheek with trembling fingers. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

Amy managed a shaky laugh. “I could say the same.”

And then it happened. The space vanished. Fiona’s lips met hers, tentative at first, then urgent, a rush of need and release all at once. Amy melted into it, clutching at Fiona’s shirt like she’d been waiting a lifetime for this moment.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Fiona rested her forehead against Amy’s. “No more hiding. Not with me.”

Amy nodded, her heart hammering. For the first time, the fear wasn’t stronger than the desire. She wanted this—wanted her.

Max’s bark broke the silence from outside the door, but neither woman moved. The world could wait.

Tonight, Amy had chosen.