Vixen was laying on Amy's bed, with Amy next to him while she laid on his chest still sobbing.

He stretched out his arm towards the small center table and tugged out a sash of tissue before rubbing her wet cheeks.

" It's okay, Amy. You've been crying for an hour, your lips must be painful now." He said, looking at her dearly.

Amy sniffed her nose and just threw her hands around him, hugging him tight. Her face was inside his chest.

" I know you are really sad about everything that happened. But fate has a reason for bringing us together again." He said.

" I believe fate...