Imagine Me There

Prologue:

Karma was six when she first saw her. The blonde-haired, green-eyed little girl with the widest smile. A smile so wide that it instantly spread to Karma's own face and made her cheeks flush a little. She emerged from the trees behind Karma's house, but Karma saw no reason to suspect anything unusual about her.

"Watcha doin'?" she said as she bounced over to Karma, who was sat on the ground with a couple of dolls – a man and a woman – with their feet driven in to the dirt so that they stood facing each other.

"Practice."

"For what?"

"When I grow up and get married."

Amy sat down beside her as comfortably as if she had known Karma forever. She look at the dolls, puzzled.

"But they're just dolls."

"So?"

"You're not a doll. You're a person. But you are really pretty."

Karma laughed, pushing the other girl's shoulder. Amy returned the gesture.

"So are you. I'm Karma. " She stretched out her hand in an effort to look like a grown up – sitting up as straight as she could, her arm fully extended. Amy laughed as she did the same, taking Karma's hand in her own and shaking it vigorously.

"I'm Amy. Nice to meet you!"

Amy stood up, brushing the dirt of her jeans before pulling Karma up.

"Why don't we pretend, instead of the dolls?"

"But we can't. " Karma looked at Amy with a serious expression that matched the tone in her voice.

"Why?" said Amy, being the voice of rebellion.

"We're both girls."

Amy paused for a few moments, considering Karma's words, before doubling over in a burst of laughter.

"It's only practice."

Karma found herself going along with it without any more argument, as Amy offered her arm and she looped it with her own.

"First…" Amy said as she stepped forwards, "…we gotta' walk down the aisle."

Karma obliged again, happy to be standing so close to her new friend.

"And then, we stand here….like….this!"

Karma felt Amy's hand on her shoulders, forcing her to turn so they were now standing in the same position as the two dolls. Face to face, Amy took her two hands in her own.

"But whose the bride?" Karma said.

"We can both be, I guess."

"No we can't! You have a bride AND a groom."

"Fine. You're the bride. But I get to say 'I do' first!"

Karma nodded in agreement, making Amy's smile grow even more.

"So…Karma, I do."

"I do too, Amy."

Both of the girls beamed, neither of them bothered by the silence as they stood there facing each other.

"So I guess we're married."

"But people are meant to kiss at wedding," said Karma. She had only ever been to one wedding, for one of her cousins, but she knew that the bride and groom had to kiss. To her, it wasn't a wedding until the couple had had their first married kiss.

"Oh, yeah…"

Amy put her head down in embarrassment, but was quick to raise it when Karma spoke again.

"Amy…would you kiss me?"

"Karma? Dinner's ready."

The auburn-haired girl spun to face the back porch of the house, where her mother had emerged from inside the house.

"Oh. That's my mom," she said turning back to Amy, "Want to stay for dinner?"

"Okay."

Karma pulled Amy towards the house, giggling all the way as she still kept one hand intertwined with her new friend's.

"What's so funny, sweetie?"

Molly looked down at her daughter, confused as to why she was laughing this hard.

"This is Amy, mom!"

"Amy? Whose Amy?"

"She's here!" Karma held up her left hand, which still had a hold on Amy's. She could hear Amy snort with laughter and felt it as she squeezed her hand briefly. She loved the warm feeling that raced her up arm and spread across her body because of it.

Molly slowly stepped down from the porch with a look of concern plastered on her face.

"Karma, no one's there…. Come inside before the food gets cold."

And suddenly Amy wasn't standing next to Karma anymore. Her hand went cold, hanging loosely at her side. Karma knew she hadbeen there a few moments ago, but now couldn't understand where she had gone.

Molly took her daughter's hand, but Karma felt her mother's grip to be a foreign feeling in comparison to Amy's. As she was tugged in to the house, Karma looked back over her shoulder, a tear sliding down her cheek as she searched for the blond little girl who had vanished.

A/N: This story was found on tumblr and i put the link here but i guess it didn't let me so i'll just put the name here. Sorry for any mistakes, just wanted to share what a great story this is.

Credits: anoptimisticobserver (tumblr)