A second piece for these beautiful women.

and so it goes

"You like him, don't you?"

They're sitting at the back of the church with barely any distance between them. Everyone else is on their way to the burial, but they have been left behind. Amanda has her hands clasped in her lap, eyes straight forward. Heather is at her side, looking at the blonde from the corner of her eye before she drops her gaze.

"I really do," she whispers after a moment and Amanda feels her heart stop for a moment before it stutters back to life. She had hoped that Andrew was perhaps a phase or just a moment of fun, but she is starting to see that it could be more. That Heather sees it as more and that's what matters in the end, isn't it?

Silence stretches between them, only disrupted by the sound of Pastor Tudor moving around in the back room and the occasional car as it passed by. This was so much like a moment they had shared years ago when they both were young and Amanda was leaving with a ring on her finger and a slight swell to her stomach. Then it was Heather questioning and now the tables have turned.

Amanda hesitates before she gets up, their shoulders brushing for a moment before the contact is gone. The entire moment is broken, shattered at their feet and she gives her friend the best smile she can muster.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

The words aren't enough, but Heather nods anyways as Amanda walks out of the room and out of the church.

Out of her life and out of the town and out of her heart.