[cashewmanz]

"Oh, Michael..." Amy cried into his shoulder once more, though now out of joy rather than distress. She took a moment to compose herself, but she still felt tears in her eyes and could barely choke out the words. "I...I wish I could tell you my name," she said with a sniffle. "But humans...well, you lack the physiology to pronounce it," she giggled. She couldn't help it, the irony was a little too much for her to come forward with the truth and not even be able to use a real name with him. She sounded it out for Michael, though for all any human cared it was an unintelligible mix of sounds.

"It doesn't matter though. That was the name I was given when I was born...Amy is the name I chose. The name I wanted you to call me. And the name I still want you to call me," she held his hand in hers and blushed. "Any other questions?"