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A/N: The story itself is finished. There are two more chapters after this one. :) Enjoy!

"You have to believe it." Amy sighed, pushing him back, as if the moment that they just shared didn't even happen. Matt tried to not show the disappointment on his face, but did a terrible job at it. "It is my fault."

He sighed, getting frustrated. "Then explain it to me! Stop saying it's your fault and shit and not say anything, Amy! I'm not a mind reader. You need to talk to me. I can't just tell by what you're saying," Matt said pleadingly, taking her hands into his.

She pushed him away. "This!" she said, motioning to his hands and hers. "This is the problem."

Matt was utterly confused now. He didn't understand a thing she was saying. Of course, with women that could be an everyday thing, but her words were simple. Yet, what did she mean? "English?"

Amy rolled her eyes. "You're the problem." Her words came soft because she knew she'd hurt him, but she wasn't done. Almost instantly, Matt's boyish look fell and he looked deeply hurt.

"What?" he asked flabbergasted.

"Or should I say you were the problem." Amy sighed, looking outside into the darkness. It was so late. "Matt, I lied to you that night. When I told you why I was in the area. It wasn't to show Shane your house. It… he didn't care about your house. Hell, if he could have, he probably would have pissed on it."

Matt just stared back at her, as if he was completely unaffected.

"There was another reason we were in Cameron. He was leaving me with you." She looked down at her hands and Lucas's small canine body, who was slumbering as if nothing was happening around him.

"With me?" Matt asked, speaking for the first time in a while. "Why would he leaving you with me?" He frowned because it honestly confused him and all the thinking that late was giving him a headache. "Amy, this makes no sense."

She nodded slowly. "I know. I'm not finished." Her cheeks were tear stained, but her water works had finally stopped. She continued, "He kicked me out, broke up with me. I had no where to go, so he offered to bring me to the root of our break up."

Matt was slowly starting to get it. "So, how am I the root of the problem?"

Amy looked at Matt and said bluntly, "I'm still in love with you."

Matt nodded then, as if it were abruptly obviously. "Wow." He remained silent after his three letter word, perhaps to let it all soak in.

"And he was driving me here, completely pissed off. I was arguing with him the entire way. I mean, it wasn't fair. He was basically leaving me with nothing but hope that you'd let me stay with you for a while without having to explain. I couldn't tell you why if it'd happened the way it should have. But Shane started to act like a complete asshole down the block… trashing you and me, calling me what everyone else did, a no good slut. So I slapped him and with the rain, he lost control of the car. That's how the accident happened." She wiped some tears from her eyes. "I've never felt so guilty in my life. If I had more loyalty for a man I was with, this would have all been avoided. Now I have to live with the fact that I killed Shane basically. And I have to live in this house that technically isn't even mine anymore."

Matt nodded again, hugging her closely while she started to sob. What a thing to keep inside. "I'm so sorry, Amy. How did he find out, though? I mean, were you that obvious?"

Amy laughed bitterly. "I called him you when we were having sex." Matt's eyes widened a bit, though he only nodded. "Yeah, actually. You could see why he was pissed. But now, I just don't know what to do. I can't live here. There is no way. Shane's presence is still here. I never got to apologize for not loving him anymore and he probably hates me still. I killed him, Matt."

"You didn't kill him. The accident killed him. He had no right to call you what he did and even though how you reacted did nothing to help anything, it did not cause him to die. Amy, you can't blame yourself."

"I sure can."

Matt sighed. She could be just as stubborn as he could be. "No, you can't."

"Whatever, I still have no place to live. I want to get the hell out of here." Amy wiped her tears away, only for new ones to fill her cheeks. She looked up at Matt. "I did love him, Matt. I did. I loved him a lot. But it was nothing like the love I had with you. With Adam, with Shane, nothing has ever compared. I'm pathetic for not moving on. I lied about my true love to Shane for years now. I feel pathetic and I should have moved on. Now I've ruined my own life and left Shane with nothing but horror to remember."

"Amy, if you truly did love him, then he will remember that. You're amazing in every sense of the word." He bit down on his bottom lip and then whispered to Amy, "And then we're both pathetic, too."

Amy's eyes showed confusion. "What?"

"I never moved on either. I guess we never really moved on at all." Matt and Amy's eyes locked again and another unearth like stare seemed to last forever until Matt whispered, "Please tell me that I'm not the only one with this feeling inside me right now."

"You're not," Amy whispered.

With your love

I lose... track

And you bring me back around

Without you there's no way I'd be standing here right now

You look in my eyes

Set me free

You redeem me

"Good. I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to you. I'm sorry." Matt sighed. "But please tell me you'll come home with me. You can sell this house and stay with me. Beth would love to have another girl living with us. Jeff loves you. I love you."

Amy sighed, "Matt…"

"Amy, please. Give me something to believe right now." Matt looked at her pleadingly and again, he kissed her, this time more passionately, forcing her down onto the couch.

She slipped from under him. "Matt, I can't. I told you, I just lost my boyfriend. I'm not ready for a relationship right now no matter how much I love you. This isn't right to Shane or me."

"Amy, I love you. I LOVE YOU. Love you. Please," Matt pleaded. He was so stubborn. "I can't take a no as an answer."

"I just can't do this right now," Amy whispered. "I'm sorry Matt."

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