A/N: As always, life imitating art can be a powerful thing. This is a two-shot based on a recent conversation/event that I have had. The female lead is an OC. It's not my longest story but I really don't think I need to have a whole lot of length to get the point across.

I don't know how this happened, I really don't. One minute, he's here, trying to catch up on old times and making sure I'm surviving, the next we're having a few drinks at the bar across the way, and now we're here. Where we always end up.

In each other's arms.

He's sleeping peacefully beside me. His chest rising in a pattern only I know. Or I used to be the only woman who knew the inside of Randy Orton. That's all changed.

He's so innocent when he sleeps. So untouched and perfect.

Content.

Life for him is anything but, and from the sounds of it today, it's only managed to get crazier since I last spoke to him.

We had a nice conversation at the bar. I told him about the real estate office I opened up, trying to be my own boss.

He asks me if there's anyone.

I tell him no.

How can there be anyone else when he is the one?

He got a little tipsy. Who am I to judge? I can barely remember the number of drinks I had before we headed back up to my apartment. It'd been two years since we had seen each other. Since the last night on the floor of his townhouse.

His townhouse.

It used to be ours.

Now it's hers.

Our conversation was light. We both knew no amount of words would ever change anything between us. The times we hurt, the times we loved, the times we were us.

Randy and Gabriella.

We're not really much without the other person. Randy defines me, and in the depths of my heart, I know I define him too. But the fact of the matter is I've survived the past two years without him, I'm positive I can survive the next twenty.

Tonight changes nothing. After it's all said and done, we can't be together. I know this. He knows this. But it doesn't make the sting in my heart go away.

I don't understand his wrestling. I don't like it and I never will.

He understands.

He can't live without it. It's in his blood.

I understand.

I climb out of bed, quiet not to wake him. He's so peaceful when he sleeps, but the fact of the matter is I don't think I could walk away if he were to look at me with those baby blues.

I have to leave. I have to let go. I've spent the past two years trying to let go, and God help me, I hope last night is the final closure we both need.

It's funny because I know we will always need each other. I need him like I need air. I'm in his soul. He is my heart.

I pick up my jeans and sweater, casually spread across my bedroom and head towards the bathroom. My hair is tousled, my makeup is smeared. All from the night of lovemaking I have just experienced.

I haven't made love in two years, it was nice.

I try to clean myself up, make myself presentable to the Saint Louis public. The tears threaten my eyes, but I have to hold them back. I have to be strong. I have to let him go.

The warmth of my bedroom soothes me after the cold dampness of the bathroom. I pick up my purse and look over at him, sleeping so peacefully.

My Randy.

He'll always be my Randy.

And I'll always be his Gaby.

The tears that were merely a threat spill over now. This is harder than I thought. Leaving your heart behind is never easy.

I have the urge to crawl back underneath the covers with him and snuggle into oblivion.

Forget about his wife and his unborn child. He thinks I don't know, but I saw his sister the other week in the store and she let it slip that he would be a father. That's when it really hit me: us is not a reality anymore.

I walk over to the bed and smile at the love of my life. My soulmate. My heart.

"I love you Randy."

I whisper it so softly; I know he can't hear me. I needed to say it one last time, before I can let go and move on.

Before I leave, I lean against the frame of the door for support, cursing myself for wanting to go back. The noise behind me startles my thoughts.

It's his footsteps. My heart stops and I turn slowly, face the man I'm about to leave for the last time.

"I love you Gaby."

I smile softly; another tear slips down my cheek. He knows we can't be together just like I know it. It tears us both apart. He knows it has to be this way.

A strange happiness contents my body as I walk away forever.