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Tears of Sorrow

"Hi Jay, do you think I could come in?" Trish sniffed just moments before he ushered her and her luggage into his room. Jay knew very well why she was so upset, and he also knew why Trish was standing in the hallway with her bags. But what he didn't know was why of all the rooms, of all the people in the hotel, why did Trish choose him?

"I know you must be wondering why I'm here," she started with a quivering voice as she wiped a tear from her eye. "It's just...ah...when I got to my room I remembered hearing the forecast earlier this afternoon and the weather guy said it wasn't going to rain until this weekend. And I guess I was just wanting to know, how long have you known?" Instantly knowing what she was asking about, Jay sighed as he prepared to answer her.

"I've had a hunch for about a week now, but I didn't know for sure until today."

"Oh, I see," Trish sighed pulling a well manicured hand through her blonde hair. "How could I have been so stupid? How didn't I see? How could he do this to me? I thought we were happy. I thought he was happy. I am so stupid!"

"No, no, no," Jay said quickly rushing to her side and putting an arm around her. "He's the stupid one, not you. Jeff is an idiot for what he did to you and someday he's going to see exactly what he did to you and someday he's going to see exactly what he lost and he'll be kicking himself for the rest of his life."

"He couldn't think he lost too much," Trish whispered through tears, "he was smiling and kissing that whore the whole time I was in there! Maybe Torrie Wilson is just better than me."

"Don't you ever say that," Jay wiped a tear from her cheek. "You are one hundred times the woman that Whorrie Wilson will ever be. You are a beautiful, smart, funny, and talented woman that any guy would die to be with; and if Jeff Hard would rather have some cheap tramp over you, then he never deserved you in the first place."

"If I'm so much better than Torrie, then why does she have the man I thought loved me and I am alone?" Trish cried.

"I don't know," Jay sighed, "but what I do know is that you will find someone better and that someone will know just how special you are; and that man will never let you go."

"Thank you Jay," Trish sniffed as she collapsed into a teary hug with her friend. "The world would be a better place if there were more guys like you out there."

"That's what I've been told," Jay said letting her go. "Now how about you lie down and get some rest?"

"But I can't stay here..." Trish started before Jay cut her off.

"All of the rooms in the hotel are booked and I've got a very comfortable chair over there. You've had a rough night and you need somewhere to sleep."

"Are you sure," Trish asked nervously. "I'd feel really bad if I were putting you out."

"You're not putting me out," Jay said as he turned the covers down for her, "in fact, I insist you stay." Trish just smiled softly as she nodded and slid under the sheets. Jay quietly went over to the closet and pulled out the extra blanket and pillow and walked over to his chair. He got comfortable in his make-shift bed and looked over at Trish. She had her back turned to him laying on her side and Jay was fairly certain she was crying. It broke his heart to see Trish so depressed and he felt a sudden urge to go beat Jeff Hardy to within an inch of his life or to do something, anything to stop those tears from falling.

"Thank you Jay," Trish whispered in a shaky voice as he turned out the light. It was then that Jay decided he would do anything to make those tears go away.