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{I turned around too late to see the falling star
I fell asleep and never saw the sun go down
I took your love for granted
Thought luck was always on my side
I turned around too late and you were gone...}
"I am so *sick* of this!" the young woman shouted, so angry that her hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
Edge swallowed hard as he gazed into Lita's hazel eyes, which had a wicked gleam in them he'd never once seen directed at *him*. An uncomfortable, sickening sensation gripped him as his redheaded girlfriend continued.
"I can't take it anymore! I'm sick of being taken for granted!"
The tall blond man gestured helplessly.
"How do I take you for granted, Lita? Huh?"
She shot daggers into him with those eyes of hers, anger even more intense on her pretty face.
"You really *are* clueless, aren't you?" she shot, then shook her head. "No... no, you're not - you just *pretend* to be. We never do anything *I* want to do - only what *you* want to," Lita exclaimed. "You don't even try to be romantic anymore! It's like all you care about is Edge - you, you, you! We go to where *you* want to go, do what *you* want to do! And I've had it!"
"What are you talking about?"
"*Everything*!" the redhead shouted, mentally cursing herself for the fact that she felt about three seconds away from bursting into tears. Her three-year relationship with Edge, which had always been rock-solid and beautiful, had been steadily crumbling down over the last few months. It was to the point that she was full of resentment toward the Canadian, and she was at her wit's end. He'd always been so loving and attentive - until that night several weeks back, and the fight they'd had. It tore Lita apart that things had gotten to this... And then of course, there was that certain other incident which he didn't even know she *knew*...
Edge stared at his girlfriend in shock.
"I don't know what to say..." he finally stammered.
The redhead gaped at him incredulously.
"Is that *all* you have to say about it?!" she demanded, hurt coursing through her. "Damn it, Edge - I think I deserve more of a reaction and response than *that*!"
Nervously, the tall blond man raked a hand through his long hair as he swallowed hard. He knew she was right, but damn it, he truly *was* at a loss for words. She was obviously *very* upset, and he wasn't used to her wrath being directed at him. He honestly didn't know *how* to respond to it - at least not outwardly.
Finally, he spoke again.
"Li, I'm sorry... Whatever you think I do to hurt you, I'm sorry... I never thought I took you for granted."
She stood there before him, her arms crossed defensively over her breasts, her lips pursed in an angry scowl.
"Yeah... sure." She blinked furiously in an attempt to block her tears, which he only now noticed. "And it's not that I *think* you hurt me... you *hurt* me..." Two tears finally spilled forth onto her cheeks, and she looked into his green eyes, the pain piercing her heart.
"I would never mean to hurt you, baby - you *know* that," Edge said, the sickening feeling worsening. What exactly was she getting at here?
"Just like you would never cheat on me, either?"
The tall blond man blinked as he eyed her, now full of confusion as well as the other emotion he was feeling.
He shook his head.
"Lita, I would never cheat on you, and I don't know how you can think- "
The redhead cut him off, more tears running freely down her face as she glared at him.
"Damn you, Edge! I saw you yesterday in the arena hallway... I saw you *kissing* her..."
The Canadian's heart nearly stopped at his girlfriend's words. Oh, shit... She knew... But it had only been one kiss, nothing more, and he hadn't meant to reciprocate it. And by God, Lita was never supposed to find out about it...
"Lita, I..." He ran a hand through his long golden hair again, hating himself as he spoke. "It was only one kiss, and it meant nothing... And I'm *not* cheating on you! Not with her or with *anyone*!"
She glared at him so harshly, he flinched.
"You kissed another woman! That's cheating!"
Christ... By now, Edge was feeling so horribly that he thought he might throw up. Lita was looking at him in a way he never could have dreamed - as though she loathed him, but worse yet - as though she no longer respected him.
"You can kiss that worthless bitch all you want from now on! Because guess what, Edge?" the redhead cried, her face still moist with tears.
The tall blond Canadian felt as though he were frozen in the spot in which he stood, his heart stopping, and he felt even sicker as he anticipated the words he knew she was about to say next...
"It's *over*!"