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A/N: Sorry for the wait. The last week before holiday break was hectic and I was sick... lol. But I have an update, yippee! Enjoy. :)

Days later, Matt couldn't get Amy out of his head. She'd returned to Georgia two days before, after the hospital released her with minimal injuries. He'd go to sleep thinking about her, worrying about her sanity and how she was doing. She lived with Shane for over a year and he could imagine just like himself the house they lived in probably seemed empty.

He sighed, rubbing the stomach of Lucas, his dog while flipping through channels on a Saturday night. He didn't have to be back on the road until Monday night and was enjoying the week off he had… well he wasn't exactly enjoying it since he worried about Amy non-stop.

Ex who had broken his heart or not, hearing her wail at night in her hospital room would make anyone cringe. Of course, he still couldn't shake the electricity that coursed through his veins each time they were ten feet in front of each other. Or the hormones that made his body do happy things.

Frustrated, Matt snapped the TV off and threw the remote to the left of him, startling little Lucas who was in a hazy nap, cut off from his father's world. The little dog looked up at Matt with curiosity. Matt on the other hand was contemplating what he could do. Obviously, forgetting about Amy's troubles were not on the agenda.

Maybe I'll just call her. That's the friendly thing to do, Matt thought, nodding his head, as if he had to convince himself. He brushed some hair from his face and stood up, feeling his muscles tighten… the joys of being a professional wrestler.

While he walked to find his cell phone, wonders filled Matt's head. Would Amy be upset for Matt calling? Or would she possibly welcome him to his concern, like she had done before going back home. Maybe he shouldn't have left her alone to grieve. Woman and hormones can do crazy things. Matt nodded again to his thoughts. He knew from the past when Amy was PMSing that she was one of the most argumentative people on the earth.

Amy Dumas grieving over the loss of her boyfriend? Matt didn't know what to say for that. He found it odd as he had known Amy for so long and her behavior was once so familiar to him. He had to question what she could be doing now, he she coped. When had they slipped so far apart?

Wrestling fans believed that Matt and Amy were friends. Sure, they were, but his idea of friends was talking once every six months about how her band was doing before the conversation grew awkward and Matt made an excuse to hang up. Friends? What were friends? Surely whatever Matt and Amy had slipped into was not friends.

Matt ached for the woman he once knew.

Seconds later, he found his cell phone and quickly scrolled through his list of contacts, Amy's name obviously high on the list. He paced while it rang, fearing she wouldn't answer.

Once it rang.

Twice.

A third time.

Maybe I should just hang up… Matt thought.

"Hello?" a voice that resembled Amy's answered. The vibrations in her tone were thick with sadness and hoarseness, making Matt cringe. Amy was a strong woman, never was she like this. How had this happened?

"Amy, it's Matt." He cleared his throat, unsure of what to say.

"Matt," Amy said just a bit more pleasantly. "Hey."

Matt nodded to himself. So far so good… Amy wasn't screaming at him yet, she didn't want to kill him. "Hey." He paused for a moment, looking to the wall of his kitchen where he stood, the dark blue walls surrounding him like a heavy ocean. "I was just calling to see how you're holding up, you know, if you needed anyone to talk to."

"Oh." Her answer seemed incomplete almost if it wasn't finished. "Thanks."

"Yeah," Matt replied. "Anytime." He looked to his fridge, deciding to look inside to keep his wandering mind moving. "Amy?"

"Yeah?" she croaked back. Awkwardness was creeping towards them, like a yellow hazard sign on the parkway, alerting you before you got off on that exit with fresh tar.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, pulling out something that looked positively rotten from his fridge.

Amy didn't reply right away but her breathing seemed labored, making it seem that the statement bothered her.

"Amy?" Matt prompted. "Please. Talk to me." It scared him even more that her replies didn't even sound like her, perhaps a foreign person just in Amy's body.

A sound of weeping filled Matt's ear and he felt his heart rate increase. "Amy? Amy! Talk to me!" Matt yelled.

There was a heartbreaking wail, then a muffled whisper, "Matt, I just don't know what to do."

Matt sighed heavily. "Amy, I'm telling you something. Talk to me. I'm here to listen. I know I'm shitty as hell at this, but please, talk to me. That's all you need to do."

When I lose faith
When I lose ground
And everything, oh, comes crashing down
You raise me up you lift me up
You give me love
You redeem me
When I'm out standing on the ledge
You pull me right back back from the edge
You take me in with just a look
With just a touch
You redeem me
With your love

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