Title: It's Over
Summary: Hunter muses on his past with Shawn
Notes: Short one shot. Bit pointless. Set some point after WM14.
Pairings: Shawn/Hunter
"I know that it's over, but I can't believe with you.
They say that times a healer, and I'm better without you"
No one knew.
Not one person knew that ring around your neck was my gift to you. That it was a special bond between us, meant more than anyone would ever know, even if we both paraded girls around as out token women.
We were more than a token, we were supposed to be forever.
At least that's what you used to say.
But then the injuries and the drink and the drugs took there toll and you became the bitter man that I started to hate, even if that hatred was veiled with love.
But I waited it out, knew that getting through the last few months, getting you to Mania was what we were working towards and in my head, that's when everything would get better. You'd be free from the schedule, the pain and daily toll. You'd be free. But how did I get it so wrong? You never felt like that, did you? You could never just turn it on and off like that. I didn't expect you to lose interest in wrestling, just find a new way to use your passion.
Instead, you lost your passion for me.
No one backstage seemed to miss you. They always came up and told me. To my face, like I'd never hung out with you. If they knew we'd done more than that. But I never defended you. I don't know why I didn't. I guess I liked hearing that they accepted me, liked me. I thought you'd be pleased when I told you, but you hated it. Hated that I had something you never got. Hated that I was still doing what you wanted to be doing.
But that wasn't what I wanted. I just wanted you to be proud of me, to love me like I loved you.
I don't know where it went, but there was nothing loving about you any more. Not even a glimpse of it. It's like all the goodness from you had gone, leaving behind a dry, crusty shell. Fragile to touch, breaking away when you tried to hold it. That was you. More delicate than anyone ever knew, but it was you, and you'd never admit it.
I knew. You didn't tell me. I just knew.
I knew you.
Not well enough though. I didn't see the break up coming. I didn't think you'd ever be so cold towards me. I could maybe take it better if we'd talked first. If you told me what had changed between us. If I was the cause of it, or if we'd just grown apart, I just wanted to know. But you never even told me it was over.
I got no goodbye.
No, 'we had fun together'. Not even a 'it was fun while it lasted.'
How'd you tell me it was over?
You snuck out and left the ring I gave you behind. Your goodbye to me.
I guess maybe I really am better without you.