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Trish sighed. Sitting right infront of her was a man who loved her. He was kind to her, he spoiled her, he was attractive, funny, and in most ways, he was perfect. But why didn't she love him?

"Trish is something wrong?" he asked her.

Trish snapped out of her dazed state and looked at him. "No..I'm sorry. I was just thinking for a minute."

'Dammit Trish, why are you doing this to him...you're so selfish.' He leaned in and kissed her softly before smiling.

"I gotta get back to the guys. See ya later." And with that, Trish was left alone in her hotel room.

'I know...I'll call Lil.' Trish thought. She grabbed her cellphone from her purse and dialed up Lillian Garcia's number. Ringgg...Ringgg... 'Dammit.' Trish got her voice mail.

As she went to close her phone, she saw the banner glowing at her. 'Trish + Dave' Just another painful reminder of all the feelings she didn't have.

About half an hour later, Trish was still sitting on the couch, staring off into space. She was startled a bit by a knock at the door, followed by some giggling, which could only mean one thing. She got up off the couch and headed to the door.

"Hey Aimes." Trish said, without much expression in her voice.

"Aww Trishy, what's wrong?" her friend asked.

"You already know Amy." she answered quickly.

"Trish, I don't see why you're so lost. I mean, yes-he's a great guy. And ya, you're going to hurt him...but you're hurting him more just staying with him...and the sad thing is, I think the only reason you haven't done anything is you're afraid of the guilt." Amy said, seriously.

"I don't need you to lecture me...I know perfectly well that this will hurt...but I want to save him from it as much as I can."

Amy headed back towards the door. "Fine. And by the way, there's a note from Tyson up here on the table." Trish was alone. Again. 'Well that was short and not-so sweet' She thought, as she headed for the note on the table, written in familiar handwriting.

'Hey Baby...

Before I go home for the weekend, I wanted to take you out. So Thursday night at 6, meet me at L'Escargot. It's a seafood place, semi-formal. I'm sorry I can't make it to Steph's banquet with you...I'll call later and check in with you.

Love,

Dave.xo'

'Did Amy ever think this might not be so easy?' Trish wondered to herself...

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