Title: Took You Away
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: PG-13/T
Pairing: Read to find out...
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: She suspected it...but she never wanted it to be true.

Notes: A response to the Emotions/Moods challenge issued by justagirl2582. The second one shot with the theme sad. Also, I've never been a fan of writing in first person…(probably because I've never written in first person before and I'm afraid it will suck, really really bad) but I'm trying it now anyway, since I've read a few first person fics here that I in fact, enjoyed.

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He is looking at her again.

This is hardly surprising. He is always looking at her, always watching her.

I lower my gaze. I don't want to look at them. Look at him talking to her, a smile on his face, like the mere sight of her is able to brighten up his day.

He doesn't look at me like that anymore. I'm not sure if he ever did.

He thinks I don't notice. That I don't pay any attention to his wandering eyes. Or perhaps he thinks it doesn't affect me. That I don't care. But I do, I really do.

But, he doesn't care. He doesn't care how I feel. It feels like ages since he last showed any sign of caring. Even then it was only minimal.

Now all he cares about is her. All he sees is her.

It's not like I have anything against her, in fact… I have always considered her to be a friend of mine. Not in the all best friend and soul sister sort of way… just friends. Kind of friends. Or at least friendly… friend-ish.

Definitely friend-ish.

Still I would appreciate it if she kept her hands off of my boyfriend.

Of course… there's no definite proof of her actually having her hands on my boyfriend… I have never caught them together anywhere.

But I feel it in my gut. I know it in my heart. There is something going on between them.

And I really rather not think what that something is.

He, of course, would deny it all, if I was to ask him about it. But the way he acts when he's around her, the way his expression changes when he's looking at her… The way he finds excuses to be near her… to touch her when they are in public, without other people suspecting anything.

And you can't forget the secret phone calls either.

He probably thinks he's being very subtle

But, he doesn't fool me. I know him, and I also know he's not a very good liar.

I don't question him. Partly, because I know he would never tell me the truth, if I did. He made a promise to me once. He promised he would never hurt me. He has always been a man of his word.

Perhaps he thought that what I don't know can't hurt me, hence keeping his word.

I suppose it's true enough. But I bet he didn't consider the fact that I might find out. He's always been very careful with everything he does. I guess having an affair with another woman wouldn't be any different.

The main reason why I keep my mouth shut though, is fear. I fear that if I go to him and tell him I know about him and her… to tell him I want him to stop seeing her. I fear that if I give him an ultimatum, either me or her… I'm afraid that, given the chance, he would not hesitate with his decision.

And I am not ready to be left. I'm not ready to be out of this relationship.

I know I'm only hurting myself by staying in this relationship, when it's practically over already. But I can't help it.

I want to be angry at him. I want to hate him for what I know he's doing behind my back.

I also hate the fact that I can't bring myself to hate him. I can't even be mad at him.

He is a good guy. He really is. But even good guys are unable control who they fall in love with.

Or who they fall out of love with, if you can say that.

I frown a little as a thought strikes me. Has he fallen out of love with me? What if he never loved me in the first place? He has never once said it out loud.

I wonder if he's said it to her.

As my thoughts continue to swirl around that topic, I hear laughter and I look up.

There they are. Still.

Lita is smiling, a pearling laugh escaping her again when Randy says something to her.

They don't see me standing here, at the other end of the corridor, where I halted when I first saw them. I had been on my way to see Randy to ask him if he'd like to go out to eat tonight, since I wasn't really in the mood for cooking.

I feel a twitch in my stomach as I see Randy reaching out to tug Lita's hair behind her ear, the two gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

And then it happens.

Randy leans forward, his mouth descending against hers, the redhead smiling against his lips as they engage in a sensual kiss… She runs her hands up his chest and around his neck, Randy slipping his arm around her to bring her closer.

They pull apart slightly, Randy whispering something in her ear, making her giggle.

I feel numb as I vaguely wonder if I have ever heard Lita giggle before.

Suddenly Randy smirks at her, the redhead gasping in surprise as he grabs her by the waist, lifting her up… the sound of her lame protests echoing in the hotel's third floor, before they vanish behind the corner.

I slump down against the wall, a tear slipping from my eye as I finally accept the fact that Randy really is having an affair with another woman… with Lita.

I hastily wipe at my eyes as I hear steps coming from around the corner.

Jeff.

"I'm sorry, Trish," he says, as he crouches in front of me, his eyes full of compassion. He glances briefly to the direction where Randy and Lita had been just moments ago.

I stare at him, my mouth dry. "You… you knew?"

He looks at me, sorrow in his eyes, but he doesn't answer my question. "I'm so sorry, Trish, I really am. If there's anything I can do – "

"If you don't mind," I say quietly, cutting him off, "I would like to be alone now."

He nods slowly, before he stands up, sending a last worried glance at me.

And then he's gone too.

I'm left alone in the hotel's empty hallway, feeling empty…. and so incredibly sad.