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9.

Here he was all alone.

He brooded to himself silently as he sat all alone in the locker mourning, what he consider, his great loss. Everyone else was out having fun with their friends... or significant other, but he was alone in an empty arena. He didn't know what went wrong they had all seemed so happy at one point in time, then all of a sudden they were unhappy with the way things were going. He loved them, he really did, and he still loved them. He would never forget Lita, Molly, or Trish. He knew it was all his fault what had he expected. They wanted someone to love them, just like he did. It hadn't been fair for him to put them in the situation he had them in. He still couldn't help being bitter about the whole thing, he had no one now.

"This one goes out to the one I love. This one goes out to the one I left behind. A simple prop to occupy my time. This one goes out to the one I love." He heard a mellow male voice sing softly from a radio that someone had left behind in their haste. *How convenient* He thought has he racked his brain trying to place the name of the song.

"It's that old 80's song The One I Love by R.E.M." He said aloud to no one in particular. He thought back to his situation. Had they been props to him, just playthings to pass the time away? He sighed.

Lita wasn't dating anyone at the moment, she said she was just fine being friends with Rob. He had tried to get back with Lita, she had turned him down politely, saying she'd rather just be friends. Was that even possible now? He told Lita that he would have to think about the friendship thing. He found it disgustingly annoying to see Lita and Rob running around the arena like they were kids. They were usually found throwing some foreign object at each other, chasing each other around the arena, or something similarly childish. He could tell the feelings were there between Rob and Lita, when they would own up to it was anyone's guess. His fire had been put out.

Molly was dating Raven, now. She had stayed with him maybe two more weeks then she finally told him that she wanted to date other people, other people being Raven. That surprised him, he would have never expected Molly to say that. He had noticed that she was a bit more standoffish when she was with him, but he didn't know it was because she was trying to summon up the courage to tell him she didn't want to date him anymore. They hadn't been separated two weeks when he saw her parading around with hand in hand with Raven. That twinge of jealously pulled as his heart. She looked happy, though, happier than he had ever seen. He should be happy for that at least. His innocent was gone.

Trish said she needed to find herself. What the hell was that suppose to mean? She had suddenly gone all spiritual on him and said she needed a break from men period for the time being. She needed to evaluate herself and where her life was going. She said she was tired of being known as 'that slut', she wanted people to respect her for her and not for the size of her chest. She said she didn't want to hurt him, but her life was really fucked up right then, and it needed to be fixed. Her life was broken, it needed to be fixed. Those were her exact words. She gave him that same drivel that Lita had gave him about wanting to be friends. He didn't want her friendship, he wanted her, he wanted them all. His wantonness had a self-revival.

So, thus another story in his life ended. He stood up from the chair and picked up his bag. They had moved on, why couldn't he? He didn't really think this would have lasted forever did he? He didn't really believe that they would have just been content with him being with all three of them did he? He had played a stupid game with their hearts.

"And quite frankly, Jericho, you came out the loser." He said aloud to himself as he walked out the door. "No woman, no cry."

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author's notes: You better thank Sazz for this chapter cause I wasn't going to post it till much later. :D You can stop reading now. It's over, do you hear me? This is the end! *sniff* I had a hard time choosing between Jericho and Edge, but in the end Jericho prevailed. Why? Because I barely use him in fics. *nods* He deserves my love too. I give Edge too much attention. Stop reading! Go! There's nothing more for you here. I'll miss you all *sigh*