My Sweet Amy: The Billionaire's True Love

4. Losing Someone You Loved

Donato jumped over the fence, balancing precariously as he clutched the parcel in his hands and ran. He veered off the road and hid behind a waste bin, heart racing, as Mr. Wayne’s car sped past.

He saw him came to a stop in front of his mansion's gate, horning loudly.

He averted his gaze, as soon as the gate swing open and Mr. Wayne's drove in. His eyes took in the parcel still gingerly wrapped in his hands. He gazed at it. up

He paused to unwrap the parcel, a gasp escaping his lips when he saw what was inside. Loads and loads of expensive jewelry sparkled in the box, alongside a stash of two thousand dollars.

Tears filled his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. “Amy…” he groaned, sobbing into the cloth. He hadn’t expected her to give him so much.

Wiping his eyes, he noticed a note nestled among the jewels.

“To Don, I’m so sorry for your mother’s illness. I wish I could give you money, but I don’t have access to my trust fund. Mama said I can only access it when I’m twenty-four or married before then. So, I’m giving you these jewels instead. Sell them, pawn them, or do anything—just take care of your mother. By the time you read this, I won’t be able to see you anymore. Yours forever, best friend, Amy Wayne.”

A warmth bubbled in Donato’s heart, tightening his chest. “My sweet Amy,” His lips pulled into a smile, his hpart finally putting a name to the feelings in his heart.

“Amy. I love you,” he whispered, determination filling him.

Donato wiped his tears, clutching the note tightly. He knew he had to act fast. He rushed to Mr. Titan’s place, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and urgency. Memories flooded back of the times he and Fiona had visited, waiting for her father to pawn something valuable.

As he entered the small shop, he took in the familiar sight: a single two-seater couch, a glass table, and a small fan whirring lazily in the corner. The scent of old leather and polished wood filled the air.

“Don, my boy!” Titan called out, emerging from the back, his shirt half-tucked and a look of surprise on his face. A while later, a woman in a bright dress came out of the back, arranging her dress while she smile at Titan.

“Thank you, Kiera. I had a wonderful time” Titan winked at her while the woman giggled excitedly, glancing back at him with a playful wink.

“Is that your girlfriend, Titan?” Don asked, moving closer.

“Girlfriend? What’s that?” Titan replied, scrunching his face in disgust.

Even though he understands the meaning of that world, he knew it wasn't for him “Women are meant to be used, not owned. I don’t need a woman; I can have anyone I want.”

Don frowned, feeling a knot in his stomach. That wasn’t how he felt about Amy. He couldn’t imagine just having her once and then discarding her. His Amy was his life. He want to spend everyday with her, never letting her off his sight.

“I love Amy,” he declared, excitement lighting up his face. He wanted to tell someone. Anyone, this wonderful feeling in his heart

“Childhood crush,” Titan groaned dramatically, trying badly to cover his smile“It doesn’t last. By seventeen, you’ll be sampling different flavors of women and forgetting what Amy looks like.”

“No! I don’t want anyone but Amy,” Don insisted, shaking his head. He couldn’t fathom a future without her.

Titan sighed, a knowing look in his eyes. “All right, kid. Now, let’s get down to business. What can Uncle Titan do for you?” There was no need convincing the boy. His mind was made up but Titan knew it never last. He was a living example of that. His face suddenly hardened, as he waved back the flood of memories filling his mind.

“I want to pawn this,” he said, unwrapping the parcel to reveal the dazzling jewelry.

“Whew!” Titan whistled, picking up a necklace with a magnifying glass. “Are these real?” he asked, already knowing the answer. They were very much real, much more authentic than he would have expected from a poor boy like Don.

Don shook his head. “I didn’t steal them. If that 's what you're asking” Don replied, his hands folded across his chest while he stared him down. How could he thought that of him? He might be every other thing but a thief wasn't one of them. His mother brought him up better than that.

“I didn't say but this look so real and authentic. Where did you get them?” Titan asked, dropping the magnifying glass back on the table before staring at him.

“Amy gave them to me. She said it was for my mother's treatement”

Titan nodded, his expression shifting to seriousness. He quickly calculated the value. “I’m keeping this for you, boy, I'm not advising you to sell it. But just so you know, Amy might want these back later when you’re no longer in love, you know.”

Don nodded, but a sense of determination filled him. Nothing would make him grow out of love for Amy. He waved goodbye to Titan and stepped out, thoughts swirling in his mind about how to make his mother better.

As he walked home, each step felt lighter. He imagined his mother smiling, feeling better, and the two of them returning to the Wayne mansion, where he would convince Amy to stay with him forever.

Upon reaching the hospital, he spotted Mr. Manuel pacing anxiously.

“Mr. Manuel! I got the money—Amy gave it to me!” Don exclaimed, pulling out the bills. But he froze, noticing the tears in Mr. Manuel’s eyes.

“Mr. Manuel, I’m sorry. What happened? Is it Ma’am Gloria’s father?”

Mr. Manuel couldn’t speak, only pulled Don into an embrace, his body shaking with quiet sobs. “I’m so sorry, son. We lost her.”

“Who? Let me deposit the money for my mom’s hospital bills first, then you can tell me everything,” Don said, trying to remain hopeful even as dread clawed at his heart.

“Doctor! I’ve got the money!” Don shouted, rushing through the hospital doors, but he froze again as he saw nurses wheeling a woman on a gurney, her body covered in white sheets.

His heart sank, and he felt a cold grip of fear. “Doctor—” he began, but one of the woman’s hands fell off the gurney, revealing the ring she always wore.

“Mother!” he shouted, tears streaming down his face. “No, no! Please wake her up! Someone help my mother!” He tried to run toward her, but Mr. Manuel held him back.

The doctor placed a hand gently on Don’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Son”