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She lay on her bed crying with every emotion that was left in her body. Crying from the pain of her broken heart that had been caused by the loss of Greg. She hadn't meant to feel this way about him and she certainly hadn't chosen to love him, so why did it matter to her so much? Why did it hurt with such an agonizing pain that it hurt to breath or do anything other than cry?

Her tears gently caressed her cheeks and fell silently onto her bed covers, staining them slightly with their saltiness. However Amy seemed not to care anymore if she made a mess like she did when she was frustrated. In her mind this was the worst possible outcome. She would have felt better if she had told him and he had just rejected her.

But the only thing running through her mind at the moment where those freshly manicured fingernails. She couldn't even remember the young girl's appearance. How could she hate someone so much when she didn't even remember what they looked like? This wasn't like her usual self, she never hated anyone and if she even slightly disliked them she at least knew what they looked like.

But her heart was too broken for memories, to broken to want to remember anything or do anything to try and fix the situation. The last thing she wanted was for Greg to be unhappy so there was no possible way that she could make herself split them up. She wasn't that kind of person.

So instead she sat on her bed and wallowed in her own doubt and self pity wondering about what might have been if she had told Greg how she had felt long ago.

'I should have told him when we were on the Ferris wheel together. That was a perfect moment and it was so romantic. But I wasn't sure of myself back then when I knew he was. I didn't have as much confidence and I didn't know my true feelings towards him for sure. But now I do…and it's…it's too late'

The tears started again heavier before. Her chest heaving at the sounds that escaped from her throat. Her body was growing weak and sore from all of the crying. All she wanted was to go to sleep but not like this; she didn't want to be one of those girls who cried themselves to sleep. She wasn't like that, she was stronger than that.

'Perhaps it was all a dream' she tried to convince herself. 'Yes it must have been a dream, such long fingers and a seductive voice are only fiction, things that dreams and nightmares are made of in my case.'

"I'll go and see Greg again in the morning" she said yawning still trying to convince herself. "I'll probably just wake up in the morning and find out that everything was a dream….a very long and horrific dream."

With that Amy threw her clothes off of her body, placing them on the floor in a neat pile. She then redressed herself in soft flannelette pajamas before jumping into bed and lying under the covers. It seemed to be hours before she managed to force herself to sleep and even then the sleep she gained was lousy.