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A/N: Not much to say. Second to last chapter. :D Enjoy!
After those words were spoken, Matt left right away, taking little Lucas with him. Over the next couple days, the ECW champion stomped around angrily, hating everything about anything. How could Amy taunt him like she did, only to throw his heart from a window from the Empire State Building?
He worked though shows, trying to be the best ECW champion he could be, while coming off as cold to everyone else. His friends didn't understand it, even Jeff, being his brother and all, couldn't finger it out. People began to run for cover when he was in the area.
He did nothing but work, drink and sleep. Matt wouldn't go out and hang out with his friends at the bars and other places though; he preferred to get smashed on his own, in his hotel room. She's just like a pill, he'd think over and over again while he drank his sorrows away.
To get betrayed by the love of his life twice hurt more than ever. He'd given her everything that night. He was there for her! He promised her. She teased him. He knew she was hurt… couldn't she have just lied to him? It had to be better not knowing than what he was feeling.
Amy on the other hand, was in a living hell. While she planned Shane's funeral with his family, she wept each night in the house that haunted her. She'd wake up in the middle of the night, hearing not only Shane's but Matt's voice too. They both haunted her, taunted her with angry glances.
Amy had lost both the men she thought she loved in less than a week. Nothing hurt worse. She wished to be with Matt again. Everything in her body told her so, but she couldn't. Her heart ached for what she'd done to Shane. Would he think she'd planned this? Would he be fuming that she went back to Matt? Screw that, Matt would never allow her back! He was pissed when he left. Gave little Lucas such as fright.
She sobbed one night, after the funeral in the bed of which Shane and she once shared. Though, she didn't want to admit it, she knew deep down that maybe, Shane wouldn't be mad. He'd want her to move on eventually, even if it were to Matt. Shane was the type that said there was someone for everyone. Amy was Shane's, but he always knew deep down that Matt was Amy's. He'd hate seeing her the way she was. Be with Matt, don't cry over me. It wasn't your fault. I was an asshole. You had every right to hit me for what I said. I would have. I lost control of the car, it was pouring. I don't hate you. Listen to your heart. It's been beating for Matt for a long time now, he'd say. She knew it. She just couldn't do it.
Amy walked down to his grave the next day, the fresh soil making her sneakers sink into it. She kneeled down, not caring that the muddy ground was ruining the jeans she wore. A small tear escaped her eyes while she traced over the name of her boyfriend on the gravestone. "I'm sorry, Shane. I'm sorry I never loved you the way you loved me."
She closed her eyes and wished to make everything right again. A voice spoke back to her, perhaps her conscience. Everything but one thing is right. Make it right. "I can't do that. He hates me."
She knew Matt could never hate her. She could never hate him, either. It was something… you really never stop loving your first love. After all the hateful feelings are gone, the love still remains. Amy knew that. "Maybe I could try," she finally stated outloud to whoever the voice in her head was. "But it's up to him."
He'll listen.
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