Violet's graduation from the program came and went. She was adjusting back to reality with Grandma Mary. As for Andy, I hadn't spoken to him or seen him in weeks till unexpectedly seeing him on my television this morning.

I was flipping programs enjoying my morning when I stumbled onto Lifetime. There he was bearing his soul on national television. 

I was sucked into watching. This was a different Andy. The interviewer brought up his past relationship and you could see the shift from optimism back to depression momentarily in his eyes.

"What hurt me was it seemed like she didn't go through any pain at all," Andy replied back to the interviewer.

"It really was hell," he also told the Lifetime interviewer.

Then, the interview went on to talk about his drug battle. I was worried for some reason. I didn't even really know Andy on the level that the rest of the world did.

"A few people in the business knew about it. I tried to keep it a secret.  Especially with cocaine," Andy commented.

"What did you do?" the Lifetime interviewer asked.

"Well, I checked myself into the Betty Ford Center at Eisenhower in Palm Springs for 6 weeks. I graduated with my medallion there. It's the longest you can do there. It's still very hard," he commented.

I watched his body language. You could tell he was still frail like a puppy. The interviewer asked him about his career next, his command performance for Princess Anne.

"What if you said no?" she joked about the command performance for Princess Anne.

"No no, you can't. It's royalty," Andy chuckled in response.

His energy was lighting up from the heavy, darkness it had been for the past 3 minutes. 

Andy then commented on how he wished it was Princess Di.

"What are some of your greatest fears now?" she asked towards the end of the interview.

Andy sighed in disappointment of himself. 

"I can't say failing 'cause I've failed the past few years," he remarked after a second.

Just then, my phone rang.  I shook my head and turned the TV off.

"Hi (Y/N)," Violet spoke.

"Hi how's it going?" I asked her.

"Good good. Were still good for the AA meeting tomorrow?" she asked to verify.

"Yes of course Violet. I will come pick you up and then we can head to the center.

"Sounds good. I also wanted to let you know Grandma Mary is going to be going in for some routine surgery in about 3 weeks so will you be able to come over and hang out with us?" Violet asked me.

I really did get wrapped up in raising my best friend as my own daughter in a sense I suppose.

"Of course Violet. I may not be able to stay all day or week 'cause I do have my office job," I told her.

"Right right but I mean you'll definitely be able to swing by. Remember my driver's license is still suspended for the next 8 months," she reminded me.

"Right right," I replied back.

Even at 25, it was a lot of responsibility and discipline I had to have. 

"Did you also hear the sad news?" Violet asked me.

I shook my head.

"Carlos, the guy who was in the AA meetings with us? The one with the arm cast? He overdosed," Violet told me.

If she could only see my face.

"H-how do things like that happen? He graduated with you didn't he?" I asked her shocked.

"Nobody knows for certain but the little group the 5 of us made found out he was the guy they found at the park passed away," Violet explained.

"That's wild I'm in utter shock," I responded.

"So now there's only 4 of us," Violet replied.

She sighed. I sighed too.

After a few more minutes of talking, we hung up for the morning. 

All the while, my heart had this fear that if Carlos did this, who else's inner demons could consume them?

Several days went by as Andy kept running across my head. He didn't even care that I existed. But, my heart was feeling pain for him. I hated being an empath.

When I went out to do some errands, I parked behind a really nice Porsche.

I went into the dry cleaners to pick up some of the dresses I wear for work. 

I noticed a gentleman with sunglasses and a hat on.

I fought myself to call him Andy. To me, he was Ralph.

"Psst Ralph?" I asked him.

He turned his head. 

"(Y/N)?" Andy responded.

"Hi uhm I didn't know you would be here," I remarked nervously.

Bro had me thinking twice about approaching him.

"Uhm, Andy," the other gentleman with him spoke.

"Oh this Tony, this is (Y/N). She's a sponsor for one of the women who was at Betty Ford with me," Andy replied.

"Andy?" I played dumb.

"You didn't know I was Andy Gibb? You're joking right?" Andy replied.

I froze.

"Okay okay yes I'm joking. I only kept it up because of your trust in me. You were just "Ralph" to me," I explained to him.

My number was called by the dry cleaner and my stuff was done.

"Hold that thought," I told Andy as I went up to the counter.

I paid for it and went back to Andy.

"Let me explain. Someone in your status deserves to be treated with the uttermost respect. It took courage to go to the center in the first place. I knew who you were but not to the extent where I would jump your jeans and fangirl. I'm sure you understand that," I told him.

Andy and his friend Tony looked at me. I wanted to leave. I felt embarrassed for my confession.

"I don't know what to say. I'm mean," Andy began saying.

"I'm gonna go. Let's pretend we never met," I rushed out of there nervously back to my car.

I left as fast as I could. For someone of his status, I couldn't fathom how he felt. I was trying to be nice.

I arrived at Violet's. Her Grandma and she were sitting outside. Violet was painting.

"Oh my god hi what a surprise," Grandma Mary said as I walked up.

"What are you doing here?" Violet remarked.

"I was just in the neighborhood," I told them both.

"It's like you knew I was working on the painting of us," Violet told me happily.

"Ooooh let me see,"  I remarked as I looked at the canvas.

She added so many little details and layers. The clouds were so prominent and she added little insects and such.

"It's beautiful Violet," I told her as I gave her a side hug.

A little visit with Violet and Grandma Mary led me home later than I wanted to.

I came in, kicked my shoes off, and went and hit my answering machine.

"First message: Hi (Y/N), it's Andy. I'm sorry for the way you left. I didn't know what to say. As much of a shock as you were in, I was too. I just wanted to apologize. Call me back if you can. Thanks," the message played.

He had my number from Violet. I'm sure he would have. 

"No freaking way. I'm not doing this today lord," I spoke to myself.

It was the only message I had.

I left the phone half off the hook because I didn't know if he would try to call again.

So many things on my mind.