Starts With a Black Rose Chapter 1: Black Rose, a wrestling fanfic

This randomly came to me. It will be about 6 chapaters. Each relating to each other in a way. All of them may be sad and happy at once. I own nothing. Tell me what you think!

Black rose, your thorns are cutting into me for the last time. Black rose, I watched your petals wilt away. I couldn't bring you back to life. You were always where the sun could never go. I never wanted you to have to be alone but I couldn't find a way to help you grow. Black Rose.

He watched her talking to some people. He silently stared out the window. He watched her fake that smile. There was only so much he could do. He had to let her do this herself. He had to walk away.

It hurt him. He wished he could do so much more. So many times he watched her cry at night and watched her smile during the day. How could she pretend to be so happy? He never could understand her. No one could ever understand her. She preferred it that way. She preferred to stay a mystery.

She looked up at the window. She smiled a sad smile at him. She started to walk inside the building. He knew she was coming here. He knew she was going to cry here. He wasn't going to stop her. He just wasn't sure how much more he could watch her as she destroyed herself. It was slowly destroying him and he knew it.

"I can't keep doing this." He whispered in her ear. She nodded. She knew this was going to come. It always did. She pushed everyone to their limits. Some well beyond their limits. He amazed her the most. How he had managed to put up with her changes and attitude for so long was beyond her. She cherished her last cry in his arms. She had to move on to the next. The next person willing to try and save her. She couldn't do it alone but no one could do it for her.

He hated this. He never had to walk away before. There was no one before her that he had ever failed. He had helped everyone before her. Why was she was difficult? Why could she not help herself?

She dried her tears. Gave him one last hug. She slowly walked to the door as he watched her. "Goodbye", she whispered to him. The door shut behind her. One single tear was shed from his eyes. "Goodbye", he whispered back.

It was only a month ago. A month since he last saw her. His heart broke at the site in front of him. No one could save her. What would have happened if he had tried harder? Maybe she wouldn't be laying here so lifeless. This was pure torture. He watched the faces look at him. All the faces had the same expression and same thoughts. He should have never let her go. She was never his and yet she was always his.

He stroked her blonde hair. "Maryse, I'm sorry." He whispered to the soulless body. He placed a black rose inside her casket. The room watched a broken Randy leave the funeral. No one knew exactly what to do. No one went after him. They let him disappear.

They couldn't bring Maryse back to life. Everyone watched her disappear from their lives the same way Randy was doing now.

The sun rose on a random hill, in a random city. No one seemed to care or notice the beauty. No one seemed to notice the two black roses growing in the middle of the grassy hill. No care in the world. No one put two little kids about the age of five. The little girl had her hair in pig tails and a big smile on her face. The boy had a toothless grin. He reached down to take the flowers.

"Don't touch, Ted!" The girl yelled at the boy. She stared at them in wonder.

"I want you to have them, Mickie." She kissed his cheek as little kids do.

"I rather we come here and watch them!" She laughed. They ran off.