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~March 2004~
"We still going out after the show?"
"Yeah," Adam Copeland said as he retrieved his bag from his locker. "Us, Chris, and the Hardys."
Jay Reso stepped up to his own locker for his stuff, his short blond hair still damp from his recent shower.
"I don't know, man... I thought Matt was bringing his girlfriend here tonight..."
"Oh, that's right," the taller blond man said. "He'll be a little busy entertaining her, I guess. So maybe it'll just be four of us tonight." He wondered about the woman their friend had been boasting about for the longest time. From what he knew of her, she was beautiful and had red hair, and, ironically enough, she'd planned on becoming a professional wrestler at one time - but her plans had been stilled by the fact that she'd become pregnant just as she'd been starting. Besides that, the only other thing he knew about her was her name - Amy...
Amy... The blond man recalled his own Amy. She'd been so long ago, six years removed from his life. It had hurt him so badly that morning when he'd awoken to find her gone... Gone from his bed, gone from his house, and, sadly, gone from his life.
He'd turned around to find the farewell note she'd left him. As he'd read it, he'd felt the tears coming. They'd splashed down on the paper, obliterating a couple of words she'd written in her neat print.
Although he'd known she was leaving for Mexico that very day, she'd nonetheless broken his heart. And Adam had never been quite the same since. Why couldn't she have stayed till that morning? After their passion-filled night, he'd wanted to awaken to feel her in his arms, open his heart and tell her how he truly felt. But he hadn't had that chance, and to this day, six years later, no other woman he'd met could ever measure up to her. She was special - one in a million. He knew he'd never find another like her, never feel so intensely about another girl...
"Hey..." Jay's voice suddenly permeated his memories and melancholy thoughts. "Are you okay, man?"
Adam turned to eye his best friend.
"Huh?"
"You seem to have spaced out there," the shorter man pointed out. "You okay?"
The tall blond Canadian nodded, then raked a hand through his long hair.
"Yeah... Just peachy."
Jay arched an eyebrow at that remark, but he didn't press him on it.
Adam felt a hollowness, an unpleasant emptiness inside of him as he realized it had been just about six years ago that she'd left... Well, it *would* be exactly six years in another four days...
He looked up as a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
"I'll get it," Jay offered.
"Hey," he heard Matt Hardy's voice speaking, his tone warm and friendly. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Amy."
The tall blond man heard his best friend greet the woman hello, but he kept his head turned. He was in no mood for niceties, or to meet anyone - even if he *was* being rude.
Then, the oddest thing took place. Adam suddenly realized, as Matt's girlfriend spoke to Jay - he recognized that voice! Slowly, he turned his head in the right direction, his green eyes widening, jaw dropping as he drank in the sight of her.
He was speechless... Struck totally speechless, as his mouth ran dry. God, it couldn't be possible... And then...
"Adam?" The beautiful redhead cocked her head to one side as she studied him. "Oh, my God..."
"The tall blond man rose from his seat, his gaze glued to her. He could not believe his eyes and wondered if he was in fact asleep and this was merely a dream.
"My God, it *is* you, Adam..." she breathed, her hands going up to her face in her shock. Her hazel eyes were bright and sparkling as she stared at him.
"Amy..."