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{It
starts with
One thing/I
don't know why
It doesn't
even matter how hard you try
Keep that
in mind/I designed this rhyme
To explain
in due time
All I know
Time is a
valuable thing
Watch it fly
by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count
down to the end of the day
The clock
ticks life away
It's so unreal
Didn't look
out below
Watch the
time go right out the window
Trying to
hold on/But didn't even know
Wasted it
all just to
Watch you
go
I kept everything
inside and even though I tried/It all fell apart
What it meant
to me/Will eventually/Be a memory/Of a time when
I tried so
hard
And got so
far
But in the
end
It doesn't
even matter
I had to fall
And lose it
all
But in the
end
It doesn't
even matter...}
Amy's tears had finally begun to dry as she'd gradually stopped crying after blurting everything out to Adam - how she and Kurt were fighting constantly over the past couple of months, the way his drinking had gotten worse and how it seemed as though he drank even more around her. She very highly suspected that Angle went way overboard with the drinking while she was around because he knew it bothered her.
The tall blond man nodded in understanding. "I knew you two were having problems for awhile," he admitted in a soft voice. "I remember what happened a few weeks back at that club."
The redhead ducked her head slightly, embarrassed by the memory of that night. She wanted nothing more than to forget about it. Then, raising her head to meet his eyes, she winced a bit, desperately fighting against further tears. "Oh, God...don't remind me..." She blinked furiously for a few seconds before speaking again. "That might have been the worst fight we ever had. Actually, no...It was even worse last week. He...last Friday, Kurt told me he didn't love me."
The blond man stared at her in surprise, his expression grave as he listened to her explain.
"After that house show in Miami, we...got into a big fight," she said, sniffling slightly, her eyes downcast, for she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes this time. "He took off to the hotel bar, and I was annoyed because he'd had quite a lot to drink." She reached up to swipe at a stubborn lock of red hair that had fallen across the left side of her face. "I complained about it, but he wouldn't listen. He pretty much blew me off, telling me to mind my own business," she said, her voice surprisingly strong.
Adam shook his head, growing angry inside at the Olympian for having been so rude toward this precious woman. Couldn't he see that she cared about him? She gave more than a damn, which was the only reason she had a problem with his drinking.
"Finally, I managed to get him back to our room," Amy continued, sighing deeply. "And when we got there, I told him that his drinking is my business, because we're supposed to be a couple. And he...he started yelling and screaming at me - telling me to stop trying to control his life, because I would never be able to control him..." She held her breath for a beat before saying, "I...I just ended up interrupting him and telling him that the reason I cared so much is not only because I care about him...I-I...told him I loved him."
"Of course...but he knows that, Ames..."
"No...you don't understand," she said, her voice breaking a bit as she was suddenly overcome by emotion again. New tears began to course their way down her cheeks, and she forced herself to look up into his sympathetic eyes. "It was...the first time I ever said those three words to him."
The Canadian blinked in surprise as he absorbed her words. The first time? But Kurt and Amy had been together for a year and a half already! That was very highly unusual.
"Ames...you mean, in all the time you two have been dating, you-"
By now, the redhead was sobbing softly. "Yes...He's never said he loved me, but...but I felt I had to tell him. I do love him, and I..." She shut her eyes tightly, the tears trickling even faster. "I had to try to make him understand why his drinking bothered me so much...He...he just doesn't get it!"
He reached out with one hand, gently rubbing the woman's shoulder. Damn it... She was so horribly sad. He wished there was something he could do to make her feel better. "And what happened after that, sweetie?"
"He...told me he didn't love me," she replied, her voice reduced to a whisper. She sobbed slightly harder, moving a bit to lean against him as she cried.
The blond man wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him securely, a feeling of sorrow going through him at her admission. The poor girl... What an ass that Angle was! Also, he must be crazy if he honestly didn't love this sweet, adorable woman. He shook his head as he thought about it all.
After a moment, the distraught redhead pulled back slightly to gaze tearfully up into Adam's green eyes. "Would it...be all right if I stay here with you tonight? I-I don't want to go back to my room. I can't face Kurt tonight when he gets back..."
The Canadian
nodded as he ran a hand gently down her long hair. "Sure...I understand.
Of course you can..."