Disclaimer: The same as always; me poor; Vince rich.
Distribution: Justagirl's website, if she still wants it. Anyone else just ask.
Author: Mel, least I think I still am!
Summary: He sees clearly by the light of a burning bridge.
Note: This is more a reflection on Adam's part and this is also the last part I think in the never mine series!
By The Light of a Burning Bridge
She told me I don't know her. I knew nothing but her. I have loved her for so long I know nothing else. So I don't understand how she accuses me of not knowing and yet wants to be my friend still? I mean don't get me wrong. I know she is a great girl, but why does everything have to happen the way she says? Why can't we forget reality and be together? I love her. Why doesn't she understand that? I love everything about her. I watch the way she moves. I still do, even though now where she moves he moves. I still watch. It is my addiction and my drug. I left her house that day and then went to my house in Florida. I felt as though I had died; and, she was the one guilty of my murder. I cried. I have never really and truly had a breakdown cry in my life. I mean yeah sure I'd cried, but never like that. I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. I was so angry, with me, with her, with him. I wanted to kill him and take his place. I wanted to kill her for hurting me, kill her so no one else could have her. I had to stop though. That's when she called. Not Amy, but Stacy, my whatever. She called to tell me that she had seen Drew and talked to him. She found out she still loved him; she forgave him. She wanted to be with him. She was sorry. I told her it was okay, I have never really loved her. She said she knew that's why she was going back to Drew. We decided to stay friends. That night I decided I had to cut myself off from Amy.
I couldn't stand to see her with him and being so damn happy. I had to burn that bridge to save my sanity. I loved her and couldn't have her and it drove me mad. I went to Vince and asked him if I could switch shows. I wanted to be drafted to SmackDown. I couldn't stay on Raw and see them as they awaited the birth of their baby. I couldn't watch him place his hand on her face, on her stomach. I had to save myself. Vince said he understood and so I, Edge, was drafted to SmackDown, in his place. That was easier on everyone; they would not be separated. I left without another thought and didn't even say goodbye. I saved myself. And with the time away from her, I saw that she was right. I loved the idea of her. She was my ideal. I used her to keep from getting close to anyone. It was not an overnight realization, but it took time. Time and space was what I needed to see that Randy and she were perfect for each other. I needed time and space to see that I could not love her like he could. He gave everything of himself to her. I could never do that. I was always afraid I would be like my father and leave. By loving her I kept myself safe, but I would have hurt her in the end. I realize I never wanted that. I never really wanted her; I wanted the idea. She amazed me in her perception of truth and reality. I know the love I had for her was true, but it could never equal what she and Randy had. I found myself wanting to feel that love. And by the time their twin sons were born I could see them and not hurt quite as much. I went to the hospital in St. Louis where they had moved permanently. I hadn't seen her in three months by that time, when I saw her I loved her just as much but in a different way. So when I walked into the room I had a genuine smile on my face. I could actually congratulate Randy and mean it. I could look at her face and return her smile. Randy left us in the room for a few minutes. He could tell we needed to talk.
"So, you had twins? You never do anything halfway do you?" I joked.
She
smiled then said, "Yeah it was a surprise when the doctor told us.
We had to rush to buy two of everything. It was interesting to say
the least. But I want to know something?"
"Okay. Shoot."
"How
have you been? I mean I haven't really seen you since you went to
SmackDown. I heard about you and Stacy. I was sorry, but I guess
her and Drew really are meant to be. I have missed my best
friend."
"I know. I have been okay. It was hard at first.
But time and space was what I needed to get over you and myself,
actually. I know I love you, but what you said that day was
completely right. I just needed to realize it. Now I know life
worked out for the best. But I do love you and always will."
She smiled. She was glad he finally understood. She had wanted to love him like he needed and wanted her too, but she couldn't. She would have gotten hurt and she knew after Matt she couldn't handle that. Then Randy came along and the rest was history. She was happy and happy for him. She held her arms open for him to give her a hug. They held each other for a few minutes, and he kissed her forehead. Then they heard a throat clear, signaling the return of Randy and he had company.
"Hate
to interrupt but someone wanted their mommy."
Amy smiled as she
saw her children being brought into the room.
"Adam
I want to introduce you to the other men in my life."
She held
her first born son, Jacob Randall Orton; he looked like a copy of his
father except for beautiful hazel eyes. Adam smiled at the baby and
held his arms out for her to give the baby to him. Then Randy spoke,
"And this is his little brother, but only by five minutes, Joshua
Keith Orton." Adam looked up from the small baby in his arms to
the small baby in Randy's arms. He smiled when the baby opened
it's eyes. Yet again he saw Randy made completely over and this
time with his eyes. He smiled at the happy, proud parents then said
"They are beautiful. But what are they going to be when they grow
up? I mean dang could you guys not just have one now then another
later? Or are you trying to make a tag team? Wow I can see it now.
People won't know what hit them when they see two copies of the
Legend Killer." All the adults laughed and all knew that now life
was the way it should be and everyone could forget the past.
It's amazing what a man can see by the light of a burning bridge.