Do you love him?

"Ricky, go.." Amy said and he immediately wanted to protect before he remembered their agreement and flipped her off with the middle finger.

He strolls to the door and swings it open not bothering to ask who was behind the door, but the person he saw made him wish he asked.

"Araceli??" Ricky said.

It sounded more like a question than an actual statement like he couldn't believe she was standing right in front of him, he studied what she was wearing, she definitely didn't look like she slept the night in the hospital with the black flowy blouse she wore and a white pencil trouser that was disturbingly white.

You could see the extra money spent on the clothes from the color it gave, she ended it with a pencil black his with simple traps across her toes and upper foot which were decorated with glittery ornaments that decorated the straps.

He could here the slight chatter of Amy as she said, "what the fuck was she doing here," because he was equally wondering why she was here.

Her hair