"How- how have you been?"
"Good."
"That's good."
Adam shuffled uncomfortably, God he was speechless when he was around her. Mostly because he knew what he had to tell Amy to protect her…
"Wanna go grab a coffee?" Adam blurted out as he watched. She looked so uncomfortable in the murky stairway.
"Restaurants closed." Amy replied.
"There's a diner just up the town, come on I'll drive." Adam said grabbing Amy's hand, then immediately realizing what he was doing and let go.
"Sorry Amy, old habits…"
"I know what you mean Adam…"
Batista sighed as he lay naked in the comfortable double bed; he looked to his left and saw the sleeping Diva. He smiled as he thought about how great he was during the hot sex they were having not too long ago.
He looked at the bedside clock. 2:15 am, it read. He got up and started redressing himself planning to leave the room, he didn't want that blonde Kelly Kelly bitch to think this was more than a good fuck. He left the room in search of his own.
"So how's you band going?" Adam asked.
"Its going great, we're on hiatus now because of the WWE and everything." Amy answered looking into Adam's green eyes. God, they were beautiful, the deep pools of emerald green made her weak in the knees.
"That's cool…" Adam said uneasily, Amy's hazel eyes were piercing his, he looked into his coffee as he continued, "So…why did you come back?"
"I came back for you Adam," She answered, turning away from him, she continued, "I lied Adam, I've been downright miserable since I left. I assured myself that I was ok without you but I…well you can say I fell into a pit of melancholy."
Adam stayed silent through Amy's confession. His eyes trailed over to hers and he saw that she was crying. "Shit…" he thought, he was caught off guard.
"Oh shit Ames, don't cry," Adam said. He moved over to Lita's side of the booth and wrapped his arms around her, rocking back and forth. What was he doing? His actions were just going to make letting her go all the more hard.
"I was so messed up Adam, I was crying 24/7 because I was so torn. I mean staying at WWE made me so unbelievably miserable but being away from you made me feel downright depressed."
Adam nodded and tightened his arms, just enough to keep her warm. He listened to her situation, it was a true Catch 22. He didn't know what to say to her, he knew why he had called to meet up with her to give her the least pleasant news but now that he saw Amy crying, every tear that fell out of her hazel eyes broke his heart and he felt like an even bigger asshole thinking of what he had to do to her to protect her.
"Ames, please stop crying. Don't you ever cry over me, I'm not worth it," Adam said before continuing, "listen Ames, you know what my situation is, and Vickie…well so does she, and she's not happy."
Amy stopped crying and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well…She knows that you're back for me and she doesn't like it. In fact, she doesn't like it to the point where she openly told me that if she found out I was hanging out with you she'll fire you or…" Adam stopped, his throat dried up and he couldn't bear to tell Amy.
"Or…?"
What could Adam tell her. That if he was found to be communicating with Amy Vickie would hire someone to hurt Amy? He knew how stubborn Amy was and he couldn't let her ever be in a situation where she was in danger. No, he wouldn't live with himself if Amy was hurt, even if he knew he had to hurt her to keep her out of danger. He took a deep breath, what he was going to say would shred her heart and his as well. But he had to...for Amy….
"Or…she'll banish me from the WWE forever, and…I'm not ready to give away my career to talk to you." Adam lied, if he told Amy the real reason, that Vickie would potentially hospitalize Amy, he knew she'd try to find some way around it even if there wasn't one. He looked up into her hazel eyes. There was a shocked expression on her face, why was Adam being so cold towards her?
"I'm a future WWE hall of famer Amy, the last thing I need is to have my career cut short because you want to be with me…No, I won't risk it." Adam said as he unwrapped his arms and stood up.
"Adam…You can't be serious? I…I don't understand why you're doing this but…But I need you Adam…I-I love you…"
Adam's eyes widened, he hadn't heard those words for a long, long time. He loved Amy as well, he needed her more than she could imagine, but somehow he couldn't allow himself to be responsible for Amy's pain…No, not again.
"Well I am serious Amy. I can't see you anymore…I don't love you."
Adam sighed as he left, it was raining again and Amy didn't have a ride home. He walked through the puddles as rain sloshed down on his jacket.
"Are you going to leave me out in the rain again, Adam?" Amy asked from behind him. The situation was way too familiar.
"Amy…"
"Save it Adam, I know why you're doing this and I'm telling you, you don't need to worry about me. She can hurt me all she wants, but it will never hurt me as much as you leaving me again."
Adam realized she was talking about Vickie. He shook his head as he looked up at the rain, blinking back tears, hoping that his tears will mix with the rain and Amy wouldn't notice them. He turned and looked at her.
"Don't you understand? I don't care about you. The only thing I remotely care about is the World Championship Title and you're jeopardizing my chances with it. I'm not the same person I was, Amy. Now that I have Vickie around my finger I get whatever I want, but ever since your dramatic comeback Vickie hasn't let me do anything, so why don't you just do what's best for both of us and just…fuck off." Adam said, blinking back tears. He felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world but he knew that this was the only thing he could do to convince Amy.
Amy's face turned pale, tears rolling down her face. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, it broke her heart to see Adam –the same Adam who told her he loved her- push her aside so crudely and callously.
"Fuck you, Adam Copeland! You asshole!" Amy screamed as she punched Adam in the jaw before storming off to find a taxi.
Adam lay on the ground, his entire body was soaked in water. His jaw ached from Amy's sudden attack. But nothing measured up to the pain in his heart. He felt like total shit as he stood up and raked a hand through his hair.
He got into his car and turned on the radio. Softly, the music –which seemed so appropriate—played as Adam drove into the dark night, making no sound as rain sloshed down on the windows.
CHAPTER 5
A/N- How's THAT for melancholy?