As she swiped her keycard through the door, she let out a sob, not bothering to muffle it.  There wasn't really anyone around out in the hall to bother her, anyway.  And, to be honest, at this point, she wouldn't have cared if there were.

After closing and locking the door, the redhead nearly threw herself on the bed, coming to lay on her stomach, her face pressed into the pillow.  Her sobs were barely muffled as she cried her heart out.

I'm in hell... she thought.  This must be hell if it feels this bad... Sure, she'd had her heart broken in the past, but never had it hurt quite as badly.  This was the worst.

Amy recalled how, earlier in the night, when she'd been in the women's locker room before the Hardys' match - and before Adam's match as well - how the blond man had stopped by.  He'd looked at her, and their eyes had met - but he hadn't made a single effort to approach her or even call out to her.  That was what she'd been hoping he would do - at least one or the other - but instead, he'd done nothing.  And instead, he'd summoned Trish.  She found it odd that he would rather talk with the woman he'd deceived her with than with her.

Her sobs became even more harsh and uncontrollable as she thought of how stupid she'd been.  She'd fallen madly in love with Adam - but obviously, the feeling wasn't mutual and never had been.  All she'd ever been to him was a good lay - a good fuck.  He'd never loved her.  Hell - he didn't even care about her!  If he did or ever had, he would have at least tried to approach her - call her - in these last three weeks.

The anguish overwhelming her, Amy suddenly rose from the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom.  Once inside, she stepped up to the sink to examine her reflection in the mirror above it.

God, she was a mess.  Her eyes were puffy and red as she by now took gasping breaths in a feeble attempt to stifle her cries.  Even her upper lip was slightly swollen from crying so much, and her hair was a mess up in front.  Strands were sticking up all over the place from when she'd had her face buried into the pillow.

In her mind's eye, she could see Adam and herself when they'd still been together and happy.  She saw flashbacks of various times they'd had together, all of it jumbling into one big image in her mind.

God damn it... They had only recently taken a trip together - he'd met her mother, for Christ's sake!  It was only natural that, therefore, she would think he loved her - or that he at least considered what they'd had to be serious.

She would never make such a stupid mistake again...

The tears and their accompanying sobs nearly choking her, Amy raised her hands - and, balling them into fists, she began to smash them into the mirror.  Shards of glass instantly shattered under the force of the blows, digging painfully into her skin.

Although it hurt, the redhead didn't stop there.  As she continued weeping bitterly, she struck the mirror a second, then a third time...

She let out a sharp little yelp as she suddenly came to what should have been a horrifying realization...

She wanted to die...

At that moment, Amy seriously could not think of a single reason why she should continue living this life.  As far as she was concerned, her life was over.  She felt badly at the thought of leaving her friends and family, but damn it - this was her life, her choice.  She knew her existence would only be an even more miserable and unbearable one without Adam.

Not at all mindful of her bleeding hands, the redhead quickly left the bathroom.  She seated herself at the small desk beside the bed, snatching up the hotel stationery atop it, grabbing a pen with her right hand.

Her tears blurred her vision and fell upon the paper as she began to scrawl out a quick last note to him...