She'd come in here alone, as Jeff had already eaten and she really didn't want Matt's company at the very moment.  She knew the elder Hardy brother meant well, but he was a little insensitive.  Amy knew that, as far as he was concerned, Adam had gotten exactly what he deserved and didn't deserve her.  He'd already told Amy that she deserved better.

The redhead suddenly realized that some other wrestlers had entered the room.  She could hear voices nearby and ducked her head a bit in case anyone tried to sit with her or speak to her.

For the most part, a good bulk of the people who were friends with both Adam and herself had respected her privacy, opting to not intrude on her during this rather trying time.  Instead, they'd left her alone - which was what she really wanted anyway - knowing that was what she wanted.  She could do without all their apologies and sympathies for the time being.  She didn't mind not hearing them.  She didn't care.  She was actually glad and preferred that everyone leave her alone.

Amy suddenly realized a slight shadow had fallen upon her table, and she looked up to see who had the nerve to have approached her.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise at the sight of the intruder, then narrowed when the person sat down, uninvited, across from her.

The redhead averted her eyes to the table, refusing to raise them even when a hand gently came to rest on top of her own.

"Amy..." came the soft voice.  "Amy, can we please put all of this behind us?  I hate it when things are like this between us.  I-I...miss you..."

The diva raised her gaze and met Trish's eyes.  Her intention was to continue being hostile and just ignore her, but she found herself weakening a bit when she realized the blonde woman appeared to be nearly on the verge of tears.  Her large brown eyes were shining, face looking extremely sad as she blinked rapidly in an attempt to prevent the salty moisture from falling.

"Trish, I..."  The redhead dropped the plastic fork she was holding, unable to eat.  She didn't have much of an appetite anyway, and hadn't been eating well since the night she'd left Adam.  "I...really don't feel like..."  She raised her eyes and met Trish's again.  "Okay...What do you want?"

The blonde squeezed her hand.  "I want us to be friends again...please, Amy.  Please talk to me..." she said, her voice close to breaking with the emotion doing battle inside of her.

The redhead sighed as she pulled her hand out of the petite Canadian's.  She pushed her plate aside, then ran her hand through her hair as she thought it over.  As angry as she'd been, and as angry as she still was, she really wasn't all that mad at Trish anymore.  Although the blonde woman certainly wasn't innocent in what had made her so upset, Amy placed most, if not all the blame on Adam.  After all, it had all been his idea.  He was the one who should have had the most loyalty toward her.  Damn it... He was the one who was supposed to love her!  But he didn't... He'd never said he had, not even when she'd yelled at him that night - or when she'd said those three little words to him in the midst of her angry speech - when he'd seen how upset she was.  It tore her apart...

"Amy?"

She snapped back to reality, and she closed her eyes, then opened them again.  "All right," she finally said.  She faced Trish directly, her gaze unwavering.

"I...I'm so sorry about everything," the blonde Canadian said.  "Will you please...forgive me?"

Amy sighed.  "Okay, Trish...I forgive you."

The Canadian woman breathed out a sigh, as though with relief.  She still seemed a bit choked up as she pressed a hand to her chest.  "Oh, God, Amy...I was so worried I'd lost you as a friend," Trish said.

The redhead eyed her silently, not knowing what to say.  The truth was, she didn't want to say anything.

After a beat, the blonde diva asked, "How...How are you?"  Her voice was gentle and tentative.

"Well," Amy said, "to be perfectly honest...it's been pure hell."

Trish winced, her gaze falling slowly to the table and the plate of untouched food the other woman had pushed aside.

"I'm miserable without him..."  She felt tears burning behind her eyelids but refused to give them freedom.

"Amy, can I...tell you why Adam did what he did?  You should know why he-"

"Trish, stop right there," the redhead said, putting up one hand as if warding off the rest of the other woman's words.  "I really don't want to hear it..."

The petite Canadian winced again, then bit her lip as she eyed her friend wordlessly.  "Okay...I'm sorry."

After another moment of silence, in which Trish now found herself feeling awkward, she ran a hand through her long blonde hair.

"So...We've got Vengeance coming up - just around the corner."

"Yeah..." Amy said, managing to force a half-smile for the other diva's sake.

"Isn't it going to be weird for you?" Trish asked, and the other woman looked up sharply upon that question.  "I mean, refereeing the match between Matt and Jeff..."

"Well, I don't...yeah, I guess it'll be weird, but I don't care."

The blonde arched an eyebrow at the obvious disinterest in Amy's voice.  She felt so awful about this...

"Well, I'm looking forward to my Women's title defense," Trish said.

The redhead raised her eyes to the other woman's.  "Good luck."

The blonde smiled, although she felt a little uneasy with her friend's obvious sorrow.

"Thanks."  Before she could say another word, Amy stood up.

"Would you excuse me, Trish?"

"Sure."  The Women's champion watched her friend as she picked up her plate, dumping the entire thing into the wastebasket in one corner of the room.  Afterward, she left the buffet all together without another word.

Trish closed her eyes, a feeling of hopelessness overcoming her.