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Stacy Keibler sighed as she wrung her hands nervously. She didn't know what to do as she thought about the state of her relationship of lately.
Things were... different. Things were definitely different between them now, despite the fact that they hadn't even been together very long. It had only been two months... and two months was far too short a time for it to be like this.
She looked up from where she was standing in the arena hallway and spotted the familiar form nearby. Should she talk to the other woman? They were friends - maybe her fellow diva could give her a word or two of much-needed advice.
Her mind made up, the leggy blonde stepped forward, stopping the other woman.
"Trish... Trish, can I speak to you for a moment?"
"Sure, Stacy." The little blonde smiled up at the taller woman, but she realized the girl looked unhappy. "What's wrong?" she asked softly.
The leggy blonde diva shook her head as she pulled the Canadian to a deserted corridor. Her brown eyes grew sad as she kept her head down for a moment.
"I... I don't know."
Trish arched a brow and cocked her head to the side.
"You don't know? Honey, you've *got* to know what's troubling you," she said gently, "or else you wouldn't be so upset." She reached out and touched Stacy's arm, hoping she hadn't come off as unsympathetic. She knew she occasionally had a tendency to do that.
"Well... yes," the tall woman said with a nod. "I do know, but... I'm not sure." After another pause, she went on. "It's Edge," she explained. "Lately he's just become so... so distant."
"Oh..." The little blonde winced with understanding and compassion. No wonder Stacy seemed so upset. She could definitely relate as far as frustration involving members of the opposite sex was concerned. She, of course, was still having issues with Christian. "So... you say he's gotten distant?" She placed one hand on her hip, the other against the wall, and she couldn't help feeling as though this were an all too familiar thing. Someone *else* she knew had grown far too distant lately as well.
Stacy nodded.
"I don't understand it," she said, a crestfallen expression overtaking her features. "Everything was so great... and then, poof." She shook her head, running her slender fingers through her long blonde hair. "He's so abrupt lately. And he seems to space out on me at times, and..."
Trish's gaze traveled elsewhere as she listened to the younger woman. Why did this all sound *so* identical to who she was thinking about?
"Even after we make love, he won't hold me or anything afterward," Stacy went on, her voice breaking somewhat. "And it wasn't like that before - at *all*." She sniffled, then spoke again. "Then again, we haven't done anything at all for almost two weeks!"
"Aww... I'm sorry, Stace. Have you tried talking to him?"
"He just clams up," the young woman replied. "I feel like... like I'm *losing* him."
Trish managed not to let her true emotions show as she suddenly pieced things together. It
all made sense... Edge being so distant toward Stacy - there was another link to all of this, and,
without a doubt, she knew that link was Lita...