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Amy stared up at Adam in complete shock, her eyes still misty.
He'd kissed her... Of course, that had been *after* he'd told her he loved her. What...?
"You don't really mean that, Adam," she said sadly. "You're only saying that because you feel sorry for me..."
"No..." the blond man said, reaching down and gently grasping her hand in his much larger one. "I *do* mean it... I just never got up the nerve to tell you until now."
Fresh tears spilled down the redhead's cheeks.
"But... why?"
"Didn't I tell you up until now, you mean? Because..." The tall Canadian released her hand and turned away, raking a hand through his hair. This time, he was too embarrassed to look at her. "Because I knew all you've ever seen me as is a friend - never anything more."
Something clicked inside the diva's head. He was being a hundred percent honest, baring his heart and soul to her.
"Oh, Adam..." She felt a sharp, heavy, loving pain in her heart.
"The truth is..." He turned back to face her, hard as it was, and forced himself not to turn away again. "... Ames, I fell in love with you a long time ago."
"Oh, Adam..." she repeated, by now beginning to sob.
"I'm sorry," the blond man said sheepishly. "The last thing you need right now is a complication in your life. I don't want our friendship to be weird now... Let's just forget about this, okay?"
She stepped a few inches closer to him.
"No..."
"Excuse me?"
Despite her tears, a small smile touched the redhead's lips.
"I said *no*... I don't *want* to forget about it," she elaborated, and she reached one hand out and up to place her fingers on his lips, silencing him. "Now, you listen to me, Adam Copeland... I don't know how long 'a long time ago' is to you, but the feeling is very mutual - because *I* love *you*, too."
As she moved her hand from his lips, the Canadian cocked his head, gazing at her in surprise. Somehow, it didn't seem possible for this beautiful, precious woman to be in love with him. If she hadn't been in a hospital gown, awaiting neck surgery in a hospital, he'd have thought it all a dream.
Then, slowly and carefully, Amy reached for him and pulled his head down to hers. Making certain not to move her head or neck, she pressed her lips to his, her tongue darting out shyly to explore. It made her smile when Adam kissed her back with the absolute tiniest amount of pressure, as she knew he was afraid of hurting her. But she knew he would never, ever do that. He was incapable of such a thing.
Suddenly, she was feeling somewhat better. She'd been so terribly depressed ever since her ordeal whenthe incident on the set of Dark Angel had first happened. She'd thought of how unfair life was and that rotten things always tended to happen to good people. Basically, she'd been unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Those days were gone...
In spite of her broken neck, and the fact that she would have to miss probably more than a
year of wrestling, life couldn't be any sunnier. And it was sunny because Adam Copeland loved her.
// End //