You read my mind, you made me cry
Time stood still
And now I know the reasons why
Time stood still

Maybe you're the next best thing to happen
All the things we might have been

A flame becomes a fading light
That burns inside my heart
And like a castle in the sand
It had to fall apart

You made me laugh, you gave me hope
It's over now
Our happiness went up in smoke
It's over now...}

December 3, 2001

Amy lay in her hotel room bed with the covers thrown over her, her head nestled beneath the pillow.

It had been a lonely and miserable two weeks, ever since she'd found out about the scheme Adam and Trish had perpetrated against her...

She had not seen nor spoken to either one of them in the fourteen days past.  Well, she had seen them - the little blonde diva in the women's locker room, and her now former boyfriend in the arena hallways.  She'd gone out of her way at times to avoid both Canadians.

The redhead sighed sadly as she raised her head from beneath the pillow.  The truth was, she still loved Adam - and although the breakup was so new, she could not imagine not loving him, regardless of how much time passed.

She sat up in the bed, drawing her knees up to her chest, her back against the headboard.  She was so achingly lonely, and her pain was unlike any she'd ever experienced in all her life.

Amy leaned forward and lay her head on her knees as she felt the tears coming again.  Damn it... She'd cried enough for a river - enough to last her a lifetime, over the last two weeks.  She'd bawled her eyes, heart and soul out, until she'd been left with a raw, scratchy, sore throat and eyes so puffy she was surprised she could even open them.  Oh, God... The pain she felt was unimaginable.  No one should ever have to feel such anguish.

Although it had only been two weeks, Matt and Jeff had told her exactly how worried they were about her.

"Ames, you need to just forget about him," Matt stated firmly, and the diva winced at the sharpness of his tone.  How could he ever understand?  She had tried to tell the dark-haired man just how much she'd loved Adam - how much she still loved him - but he just didn't seem to get it.

Jeff, although definitely the more sympathetic of the two, didn't seem to fully understand, either - not when he said things like: "Amy, it'll be all right.  I know it hurts like hell right now, but...Sweetheart, as time goes on, it'll get better - it'll hurt less.  I promise you..."

"I'm worried about you," Matt said, concern on his face as he looked her over.  "You seem to be falling into a depression..."

Amy had nearly flown into a fit of rage when he'd said that.  "Well, what the hell do you expect?!" she shouted.  "I just lost the love of my life!  I have never loved anyone even half as much as I love Adam Copeland!  And guess what, Matt?  I still love him!  God damn it!"  She felt something break inside of her as she looked from the dark-haired man, who looked shocked and perhaps a little confused, then to his rainbow-haired brother, whose face wore a look of sympathy.  She burst into tears, her sobs consuming her, and Jeff wrapped her in his warm embrace.

Oh, God... She didn't want to live like this, with this kind of hurt.  It was too unbearable, and although she'd always prided herself on being an exceptionally strong person, she wasn't feeling that way now.  No... On the contrary, she was feeling downright fragile.  Her heart had been shattered - or as though it had been frozen inside her chest.

The tears were streaming down the redhead's face as she kept her chin pressed against her knees.  She wondered how Adam was feeling right now, what was going on through his mind and in his heart... She knew that he'd been upset when she'd said goodbye - she'd seen that look in his eyes when she'd said the word...

And when he'd chased her down the hall that night - she knew he'd wanted to explain himself - she'd refused to allow him that luxury.

Although she hadn't actually witnessed it or the damage thereafter, Amy knew that Matt had punched Adam.  She knew he'd done so on that very night - and somehow, she'd sensed the elder Hardy brother had been waiting to do that for a long time.  In one sense, her heart hurt knowing that the tall blond man had been hit when all he'd wanted to do was explain - yet, a part of her felt he'd gotten what he deserved.  A year earlier, she would have belted him one herself, but damn it, she loved him far too much to ever do anything to hurt him - physically or emotionally.

Amy lay back down on her right side, curled into the fetal position as she shut her eyes tightly, and by now she was sobbing.  As her face continued to be drenched by the tears she knew wouldn't stop anytime soon, she silently wished for sleep - and the escape it would bring her...