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Summary: Jeff Hardy had made a successful comeback after years away from the WWE, and he should be on cloud nine but he finds himself lost with no direction. Can a person from his past come back and change him for the better or will he be lost forever?

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I don't regret this life I chose for me.

She entered the room and switched on the light switch next to the door, allowing the room to awaken in brightness from the light. She stood in the doorway for just a moment, looking around at all of the things that Jeff had kept here at one time.

She saw the desk off to the right of the door and all of the magazines and aluminum, along with paint supplies that seemed to cover it. In fact she knew it was littered with parts of him and she felt a huge weight push against her back to make her walk over to where it stood.

She sat down in what was now a rickety old rocking chair and placed her hands on the desk. Within seconds she felt her mind littered with thoughts of him, of thoughts of what he had done here at this very desk and try as she might, she couldn't let the memories go away.

"Jeff get your butt down here!" the voice from the bottom of the stairs called out.

He looked up from his desk and acknowledged the voice for only a mere second. He was in the middle of writing his poetry, something he hadn't had much time for since they had become WWE superstars. Surely Matt would leave him alone for a mere second so that he could focus all of his attention on it.

When Matt didn't call out again he went back to the paper in front of him. He was writing a love sonnet of sorts, something that had been brought to his mind over the past few weeks as he and Trish had been growing closer. He wanted to show her this, to get her opinion. He only hoped that when she did, that she wouldn't know it was about her.

She had made him feel inspired more then ever lately, giving him the hope that he could be anything that he wanted to be. He had been lost in the business lately and he found that just being around her the way he was lately, that her smile could make him remember just what wrestling had meant to him at one time.

He had broken down and told Beth that he wanted to leave wrestling just the day before and she had stood behind him. But as he sat here now, knowing that what he was writing was about another woman and about a woman that he loved more then life itself he realized that it wasn't Beth's approval he really wanted. He wanted Trish to know how he really felt, and how badly he wanted to spread his wings and fly somewhere else. He knew this poem would do it. He just had to get up the nerve to give it to her.

"But Trish doesn't even know how you feel about her."

The voice in his head had been taking over a lot lately, pushing him to do things he wouldn't normally do and also telling him things he didn't want to hear. It was right this time though, she really had no idea how he felt about her and probably wouldn't feel anything should he tell her.

He was slowly fading into an abyss lately, a darkness he did not want to fall into but had no way to stop himself from. She could save him, she was the only one who could and he knew he could never ask her to do it.

He continued writing, throwing his heart down onto this paper and even letting the tears fall from his eyes as he thought of what he was about to do to her, and for himself and how it would all turn out in the end. He said a silent prayer as the tears fell and only hoped that one day she would understand just how he was feeling now and would realize that no matter what time went by, he would never forget.

She put the paper down onto the desk and stared at the blurry words on the paper. Her own tears now filled the desk with water and as she tried to wipe them away, she found all that she could do was add more to the already growing puddle.

She had seen Jeff there, through his words and through his actions and she had been inside his head at that exact moment in time. He had loved her then, just as his father had said and he had never stopped even now. He had wanted to leave the business so bad but had wanted her to be the one to save him and she had just let him walk out of her life without admitting she didn't want to see him go.

It wasn't all Jeff's fault anymore, the way she had thought then. He hadn't walked away because of her and what he was feeling for her, but he had walked away to spare her the damage he was going through. The darkness that he felt inside of his heart. He had known then that he would have killed her with her over time and hadn't wanted to do it. He wanted to be saved but at the same time he had wanted to do the saving. To make her life better.

For the first time in all of the years she had been judging him and thinking she had known what he had been going through, she finally understood it all.

She stood from the desk then and made her way back to the door and to the light switch. Something had let her see inside Jeff Hardy's head and she knew there was only one more thing she had to do while she was here in Cameron and it was something that had been a long time coming. She made her way out of the room, shutting down the lights and slowly made her way down the stairs. As she quietly made her way out of the house, her ankle finally cooperating with her, she whispered into the sky.

"I finally understand Jeff, and I will never forget."