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Trish was having the hardest time lacing up her wrestling boots, and in her quickly induced state of frustration she threw them down to the floor, "Fuck it," She cursed, absolutely aggravated with the fact that the simple task was suddenly so difficult.

Laughing Lita looked over at her, "Having trouble?"

"Oh shut up," The blonde spat, not in the mood for Lita or any of her antics.

Smiling at her the red head scooted closer to Trish on the bench, "You do know what you're problem is right?"

A sigh escaped the Canadians mouth, "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me..." She said complacently, picking up the boot from the tiles beneath her.

Lita rested her hand gently on her friends knee, "Of course I am..."

She rolled her eyes, "Ok then lets get this over with, what do you think my problem is Leets?" Trish asked, faking interest in what she had to say by turning towards her and looking at her intently.

"Come off it Trish, you've been angry all week. And I know you, you get mad when you're hurting...and you're hurting because you miss her."

Her brows lowered, furious at Lita's nerve."I do not miss Torrie!" She lied, all the while knowing deep down inside that she couldn't be more dead on in her take on the situation.

The Atlanta resident smiled at her friend with self satisfaction, "Then why are you falling apart trying to get ready?"

"That had nothing to do with Wilson." She shouted, trying her best to act tough, Trish Stratus wasn't weak, Trish Stratus wasn't supposed to need anyone. It was Lita's turn to roll her eyes, as she folded her arms over her chest sternly and Trish knew she meant business. "Alright, alright I admit it...I miss her."

The red head clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, "Oh how the mighty have fallen, the cold hearted Trish Stratus has fallen in love. I knew this day would come."

Trish rose her arms defensively "Wo back up I said I missed her, I didn't say anything about love..."

Smiling yet again Lita shrugged her shoulders, "It's the same thing, and the look in you're eyes proves it honey."

Before the blonde had a chance to argue the door to the women's locker room came open and in walked Torrie Wilson. Her head was down as she walked passed the pair and headed towards a locker in the back of the room. The Canadian could hear her open it and drop her bag on the floor as she sorted through what she needed for the show.

"Apologize," Lita whispered, "This is you're chance."

She shot her a look.

"I'm serious here Trish, If you can admit to me that you miss her...then just tell her that. Tell her you were wrong to tell her you didn't want her any more and for once in your life learn to care about someone other then yourself." The red head demanded, sick and tired of her friends' ways, she was so done with watching her hide all the time. For once she had real feelings and Lita would be damned if she let Trish just ignore that.

"I already care about her," Trish snapped.

Lita smirked, "Then what are you waiting for."

She knew that she was right, and as much as it pained her to admit it to herself she really did miss Torrie in her life. Trish had been feeling like shit every day this week that she had spent just knowing that she had fucked up the best damn thing that ever happened to her. And every night she'd just dream the same dream about her.

In the beginning it was all supposed to be some dumb game, the same old shit on a different day, but somewhere along the way she managed to fall for the other blonde...something she swore she'd never do.

Taking her time she made her way to the back of the room to where Torrie was standing, fluffing her hair in the mirror. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Torrie's head swivelled around, obviously startled by her voice. But the sight of Trish wiped the shock from her face and instantly replaced it with hurt, and fresh tears welled up in her eyes. "Why," She asked timidly, trying her hardest not to cry, "so you can tell me how much I don't mean to you?"

"No..." Trish said softly, feeling an unfamiliar sense of shame. "Torrie, I'm sorry about what I said to you...I was lying to you and to myself. This was all supposed to be about me tricking you into bed, but even after I did that I somehow couldn't let go of you like I normally would once I got what I wanted." She paused for a moment and ran a hand back through her hair nervously in anticipation of the rest of her admittance. "And I kept making up excuses to keep seeing you, and I probably never would have stopped seeing you honestly. Except then you told me that you didn't want John anymore and only wanted to be with me. It got too real for me then...I found myself too close to you, which was something that I don't do. I never let anyone get close to me Torrie."

By now the Boise native had tears rolling freely down her face, which she was trying desperately to wipe away quickly, "And that's supposed to make me feel better Trish, the fact that it's not me it's you?"

She inched closer to the other woman, "No what I'm trying to say is that you're different...and that as soon as you left I felt empty...that once that door closed I regretted every word I said to you. I'm saying that somehow I've fallen for you Torrie."

"You what?"

Trish pleaded with Torrie through her eyes, "I've fallen for you, and I don't know how to do this whole relationship thing...but what I do know is that it hurts too much when I'm away from you. So if you're willing to try...then so am I..."

Moving quickly towards her Torrie flung her arms around the Canadian's neck, "I should be out that door right now, I should hate you for what you've done to me, but I can't do either of those things. Because I love you Trish, I never thought I'd say that to another woman...but I love you." She confessed, openly weeping against her shoulder.

She gripped onto Torrie's curly hair, petting it as she held her. It was one of the things she missed so much about the woman, along with her laugh, her smile, the way her nose crinkled up when she was happy and the way that she made saying Trish's name seem like some perfect secret. It was like she could suddenly appreciate every little thing about her.

It really is true that you don't know what you've got till its gone. "I love you too," She whispered, "And I think we both make each other do and say things we never thought we would, because I certainly never thought I'd say that to anyone."

Somehow she could feel Torrie smiling against her neck. "Yeah I think this was supposed to happen to Trish...You were meant to make me realise that I need you, and I was meant to make you see that you need me just as much..."

Trish smiled back at her when the other blonde pulled back, "Northing's ever made more sense to me then looking at you right now and knowing that's true."

Leaning in Torrie brushed her mouth over Trish's, kissing her with every last fibre of her being, and it was perfect...and they were perfect...and it made her see that it would be always be... perfect.