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I'm really sorry that this chapter came out so really very late. It's just school and homework and I had a tough time writing some of this out. Oh, and I'm really lazy. So, for those who have read the rest of the story and are still continuing (and thanks to those who still possibly are), I hope you remember what happened.

And, can someone tell me WHY I can't review. I click the go button and nothing pops up. There are so many stories that I wanted to review. If anyone knows, please tell me.

So, I hope this is ok. I always feel as if my stories are incomplete and that I could do so much better….and it's the conversations, they never make sense. So, I did one of them, don't know if I like it, if it's even realistic, but whatever, I'm givin up. sigh…

Amy ran up the stairs, not wanting to take the elevator in case she would bump into anyone walking the halls. Tears blinded her eyes. She didn't want to be asked why she was crying. She didn't want pity or any strange looks. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to cry about Matt.

She opened her hotel room door and slammed it behind her. She flopped onto her bed, burying her face into the pillow. And she cried, but she tried everything to stop.

A minute later, there was a knock at her door. Amy lay on the bed. Another knock resounded from the door. Amy lifted her head just enough so that the person on the other side could hear "GO AWAY!" being yelled out.

"Amy, it's me."

Amy lay for a second, then got up slowly, wiping the tears off her face and out of her eyes. She opened the door, letting Trish in. She went back to her original position on the bed, while Trish closed the door. Trish sat on the bed beside Amy and rubbed her back.

"Amy?"

Amy turned over and wiped her face. She tried to laugh, but it came out as a cough.

"He said he needed time," Amy whispered. "But, there he was with another woman."

Amy looked at Trish and she was about to say something when there was another knock at the door. Amy and Trish both looked at it.

"Should I get it?" asked Trish.

"Yah," Amy replied.

Trish walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey…Trish."

"Don't 'hey' me. You think you can just come up here…?," Trish said, wagging a finger. "Now is not the right time."

She started closing the door, but it was pushed against her.

"Trish, please. I need to talk to her…to Amy."

"Let him in," Amy said. "It's ok."

Trish glanced at Amy and opened the door wider. Matt walked in, making sure to keep a distance between him and the bed that Amy was on.

"I'll talk to you later then," Trish said hesitantly, talking to Amy.

Amy nodded.

Trish gave Matt one last glare before she walked out of the room. Matt watched her until she was gone from the hallway and closed the door.

"Look…Amy," Matt started, inching towards the bed.

"No, Matt, you don't have to explain," Amy said getting up and walking to the window. "I know what I saw."

"But, I have to explain," Matt said.

"There's nothing I don't already know," Amy said looking Matt squarely in the eyes from across the room. "You said you needed time."

"I did, and I still do," Matt said.

Amy nodded and laughed a humourless laugh. "Boy do I feel stupid. I thought you meant something else. I had the impression that you'd be thinking about the possibility of us.

"After yesterday…what you said…" Amy said exasperated. "Then I find you with another woman."

Amy sighed, "I don't know why I'm making a big deal out of this."

"I meant what I said yesterday," Matt said trying to make her believe his words. "I still care about you, but I need to work things out on my own, even if I have a little help. I met her and I like her, but I'm also hoping that she'll give me some answers." Matt paused. "I'm still going on a date with her."

"Fine," Amy said nonchalantly.

"I felt you had the right to know what my plans were," Matt said. "I had to know if you were ok."

"Why wouldn't I be ok?" Amy asked defensively. "I've always prided myself on being independent. Yet, I need you. So, tell me, how can I be fine knowing you're with someone else?"

"You don't know what I went through when you were with Eddie," Matt's voice rising.

"Oh, so are you getting back at me? Trying to make me jealous or something?" Amy's voice rising, as well.

"Don't be like that," Matt softened, trying to reason. He hadn't meant that.

"If it makes you feel better, it's working," Amy said.

"No. It doesn't," Matt said. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Well, nothing turns out the way you want it to," Amy said.

"No, I suppose not," Matt said.

They stood where they were, silent, reminiscing. Until,

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't kissed him."

He regretted it as soon as it came out. He was acting immature, like a child. He was blaming Amy for the way she felt, for the pain she had caused him, when clearly nothing was to blame for everything that had happened.

"Don't you dare put this on me," Amy viciously said in a hushed tone. "You have no right, Matt."

She put a hand to her mouth and tried to hold her tears back.

"Amy…" Matt said hopelessly. He raised his arms and had nothing to hold on to. He dropped them and looked at Amy through ashamed eyes.

"Get out!" Amy said firmly.

Matt nodded and went for the doorknob, pulling the door open. He stopped when Amy spoke again.

"You know what? I was jealous of Stephanie," Amy said simply.

Matt stood, holding the doorknob. The words meant nothing, but it left a chill deep inside him. He left the room, the door closing behind him.

Amy sat on the bed.

Afterwards, Trish came to comfort Amy again.

"He went on his date," Amy said

"That jerk," Trish said.

"No," Amy sighed. "He's not."

Trish didn't say anything

"I'm not so sure anymore," Amy said. "What if I'm just running to him to ease my pain?"

"Are you?"

"I'm not exactly sure," Amy admitted. "I thought I wasn't when we talked earlier. I knew that I still loved him. Looking into his eyes and feeling him again brought out the emotions I had locked away. Because he's Matt, you know?

"But, what if I'm just pretending? I stopped loving Matt when we were apart and that's scary. What if I'm just afraid to be lonely?"

"Oh, Amy," Trish sighed. "Ever the difficult one."

Amy cracked a small smile. "What a life," Amy agreed. "I have no clue what to think."

"What's in your heart?" Trish said.

Amy gave a pained expression.

"The mind is a confusing one," Trish continued. "Don't listen to it. You'd be going for hours."

Amy thought for a while, then looked at Trish with a little smile. Despite the bitter words Matt had thrown at her earlier, which had hurt, the tension between them, and Eddie, she knew that she couldn't be without him.

"Truthfully, the heart wins."

***

Amy sat on the bed and looked around the room. She was bored. It was around midnight, and even though she was tired, she couldn't fall asleep. She couldn't stop thinking about how Matt was out with someone that wasn't her. The thought of Matt would not escape her thoughts. She couldn't sleep, knowing that Matt was with someone else.

Amy couldn't do a thing about it and she hated being in the hotel room. She hated not having at least some control. It was his life and he could do whatever he wanted. So, she couldn't blame him. Their confrontation, as well, left a hole in her brain. It hurt, what he had said, and it couldn't be overlooked, but waiting for possibly nothing was almost torture.

She sighed and stood up. She pulled the crisp sheets away from the bed and fluffed up the pillow. She was just about to step underneath the blanket, when there was a knock at the door. She wondered who would be visiting at this hour. It was probably Trish, coming to ask a trivial question that only she could come up with at this late, or early, in the day.

She slowly walked towards the door ignoring her image as she passed the mirror. She knew a few bruises were covering her body, but didn't want to think about Eddie and what he had done. Holding the cool doorknob, she opened the door and stood before the person on the other end. She inwardly gasped, her mouth slightly open, still holding the doorknob.

Matt stood on the other end, looking at Amy through one eye. The other was shut swollen. Cuts and bruises covered his face and arms, what could visibly be seen. Blood trickled from his forehead.

Amy finally snapped back, his words forgotten, and without a word, let him in, closing the door behind him. He walked a couple of steps, not sure where to go.

"What happened?" Amy asked quietly, worry evident in her voice.

Matt went back to just an hour or two ago. It was still quite vivid in his mind.

What happened? It was obvious what had happened.

Matt was on the somewhat date with the woman that he had met, the name of which had already slipped his mind. They had just finished the movie and were about to go to a small diner.

Except that they had run into Eddie.

Eddie specifically had to 'accidentally' bump into Matt and laugh about it. Matt had asked what his problem was and Eddie had started taking badly about Amy, which of course, did not fare well with Matt. He apologised to his date and sent her home. Eddie continued and was obviously drunk. Matt tried backing away, but Eddie pushed him, challenging. Matt didn't want to get into a fight. Even though Eddie deserved it, he was drunk and should be handled by the police. Matt burned inside.

He didn't know who had thrown the first punch, but he had soon found himself fighting Eddie, almost viciously. He wanted to stop, but so many emotions ran through him and all he wanted was to hurt Eddie, to make him feel pain.

Matt had successfully knocked Eddie unconscious long enough for Matt to escape, but the fight had taken a lot out of him, as well. He ran back to the hotel, tripping occasionally, gasping for breath. He felt his mind slipping into unconsciousness, but shook his head to rid of the fog. Somehow, he had ended up at Amy's room.

That's what had happened. But, Matt didn't want to tell Amy. She didn't need to know. But, she definitely didn't deserve that kind of treatment from anyone. Harassment was not something Matt liked seeing anyone have to endure, especially Amy.

"Nothing," Matt said in response.

Amy knew he wasn't saying something, knew when he was hiding something, but didn't press.

"You're hurt," Amy said bluntly. "You should really got those cuts cleaned up."

Matt nodded. He lingered for a few seconds, then turned to the door.

"Wait," Amy said. Matt turned back, looking a bit surprised. "I think there's a first aid kit in the bathroom. You might need some help cleaning some of them up."

Matt nodded and remained rooted to his spot. Amy took one last look at him before going to the bathroom. She came back out with the first aid kit, placing it on the bed. She took Matt's hand and led him next to the bed. Opening the kit, she took out some gauze and a bottle of antiseptic ointment.

Slowly, Amy wiped the blood that had run down Matt's face. By now it had stopped and dried. She lightly dabbed at the cut on his forehead. She got more gauze and carefully cleaned up the other cuts on his face. Matt was watching her through his good eye all the while and there was something so delicate about her. He couldn't explain it, but it felt so intimate. The room, itself, was calm and quiet, serene like, dimly lit.

Once she was done, she placed the medicine back in the first aid kit.

"Finished," Amy said.

"Thanks," Matt said. He breathed and let out the air slowly, moving his hand to his stomach.

Amy made a little sound, noticing the slight pain that Matt had shown.

Amy peered at Matt for a second, then lifted his shirt up about halfway. There were a few bruises covering his stomach, some big and a combination of colours. Amy gingerly brushed a finger over one of the bruises. Matt winced slightly. Amy looked up with concern and caught Matt's eyes already gazed on her intently. Their faces were merely inches apart.

She looked back down sheepishly and dropped his shirt. She grabbed the medicine and some gauze and resumed to cleaning up the cuts on his arms. She went through them quicker, a bit more forcefully. She didn't want to admit to the thousands of feelings running around in her head and heart.

Matt grabbed her arms softly, forcing Amy to stop. She stood there. For a moment, neither said anything.

"I'm sorry," Matt whispered.

Amy pulled out of Matt's grasp and took a few steps back.

"Don't say anything. Just don't."

She refused to look at him. A tear had found her cheek. She would not cry.

Matt stood there, looking at Amy, pained. He wanted to say more or to hold her, but couldn't. Amy sighed in frustration, then…

"Oh, your forehead."

The cut on Matt's forehead had somehow opened again, maybe from strain, a tiny stream of blood trickling down from it. Amy walked over again, staying away from his eyes, and cleaned up the cut. She was focused on his forehead, but could tell he was looking at her. She placed a bandage over it and finally looked him in the eyes.

She saw emotion and too much of it. His eyes were dark and sad, yet innocent at the same time. She tried averting her gaze, but was stopped when Matt took her face.

Looking at him, another tear rolled down. She wanted to feel him so much.

Matt brushed the tear away and rubbed her cheek softly.

"Amy…"

It came out as merely a faint whisper.

"Shh…"

Amy put a finger on his mouth and it lingered there for a few seconds. Their faces came ever so slowly together. Their lips finally came together in a soft kiss that left much to be desired, yet was everything they had wanted.

They pulled apart, their foreheads resting against one another, Matt's hand still on Amy's cheek. They looked at each other. Neither one knew exactly what was happening, but neither wanted it to stop. They came together in another kiss, equally as soft as the last and kissed again.

It became deeper, the passion running through them. Amy's hands ran through his hair, along his back. Their feelings for each other flowed out. All they wanted was each other.

They pulled apart, slightly gasping. Amy took Matt's shirt and took if off, Matt raising his arms, hardly objecting. She dropped the shirt onto the floor next to where they stood. Matt took off Amy's shirt slowly, letting it drop next to his shirt on the floor. Skin was exposed and Matt ran a hand over Amy's shoulder, causing her to shudder.

Not a word was said as they kissed again, passionate and tender. They lay back on the bed, Matt on top, continuing. Amy lay her head back against the pillow and turned her head a bit so that Matt could kiss her jaw, as she stared at the ceiling. She trembled under his touch and gripped the side of the bed. She was lightly breathing heavily.

Their lips found each other's again. Everything else ceased to exist and the past was forgotten. The room was quiet, filled with a silent desire.

And in that one moment, Matt pulled away.

Stopped.

He shouldn't be doing this.

Most of all, he knew he couldn't do this with her now.

She had hurt him and he needed time to think. Of course, this moment was overwhelming and he wanted to continue, but he needed to stop for that reason. Before he couldn't turn away.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked quietly.

Matt looked at her guiltily.

"I-I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Why?"

"I just- I can't do this."

Matt got off the bed, grabbed his shirt, and put it on.

With an awkward goodbye and no glance back, he left the room, leaving Amy looking after him, bewildered. She sat up and stared at the door. Confused and a feeling of emptiness.

What had just happened?

TBC…

I hope that scene was ok. I think I'm really bad at writing those. I don't know how it came off when reading it, but know that it was supposed to have a quiet, serene, sensual kind of atmosphere or something like that. It would look so much better on t.v. Well, next chapter will come out some day.