Amelia knew who it was when the door opened to the roof. She knew Hunter, she knew him well. And she knew that whenever Hunter wasn't drunk he was a caring and kind hearted person. Of course, he would never tell anyone that, but Amelia knew. Just the sound of her name rolling off his lips made her think about lighting the last cigarette she had. Then came the same comment that Hunter always said when he caught her smoking. She had almost stopped while they were together, but after the break up she was back to smoking a pack a day. 

Amelia half smiled and shook her head, [i]"There is a lot worse things then smoking. And you know I'm not going to go ff on you Hunter. I'm not a fighter. Maybe that's why I let our relationship go. I'm not emotional. I'm not one to pour my heart out willingly to anyone. I bottle everything up. I hide it. So when this all came out I just hid. It was easier. I couldn't face you. J didn't know how to face you. I knew you already felt shitty enough without seeing how much it effected me. So I just ran. I know that wasn't you, Hunter. I know in your right state of mind you would never do that to me. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know how to work this out. I didn't know how to forgive you."[/i] Amelia paused to take a deep breath. 

[i]"I still love you, I will always love you. But for this to work I've got to be able to trust you again. I can't be with someone who drowns their problems in alcohol."[/i] Amelia turned to face him, reached her palm up to gently touch his cheek. [i]"You're going to have to quit the binge drinking. You are going to be a father. You have to take the responsibility now. He or she will need you there. And not drunk, they'll need a hero. Someone to hold them and comfort them and teach them about life. You don't have to be perfect. You just have to try."[/i]