Title: Bittersweet Twinge
Author Name: sapphiretwilight
Disclaimer: WWE owns all the wrestlers mentioned, I own this story.
Distribution: email to ask.
Summary: Lita thinks back to her one true love. Oneshot. Sequel to 'Remembrance'.
Author's Note: This one is dedicated to justagirl8225.
Stumbling over a book on the floor of her Sanford home, Lita looked down, noticing that a bunch of photographs had spilled out, face-down. She reached down to pick them up, feeling that familiar twinge in her heart when she flipped them over and saw what they featured.
Randy Orton.
As she blindly made her way to the couch and sat down, she flipped through the pictures carefully. Many were ones she'd taken of Randy herself, ones that portrayed someone so unlike the persona he displayed on television. There was one of Randy backstage in his locker room, one of him talking to John Cena, another of him talking to Batista...There was one of him cooking for her, one of him watching TV in his home, and one of him giving the camera a loving look, the one he reserved for her and her only. These photographs displayed a sweet side, a vulnerability, a glimpse of the man she'd fallen in love with.
Then there were the pictures of the two of them together. There was a picture of them at Randy's house, one at hers, several with the two of them with various WWE co-workers, some of the two of them backstage, and others of them that random yet kind strangers must have taken on their various dates. In many of them, she'd been looking at the camera, smiling, and he'd been behind her, arms wrapped around her waist. In others, they'd simply been looking into each other's eyes. She could see, even now, what their eyes expressed for one another.
Love.
She brushed away the tears that had unconsciously been filling her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. It had been five years since the day they met, and a year since she'd left the WWE. She still remembered the intensity in his eyes, the way he held her, the soft touch of his lips against hers...all part of the man she considered her one true love.
The worst part was, she still loved him. Despite that morning when she'd seen him in bed with another woman, she still loved Randall Keith Orton. She missed him so much it hurt. That morning, it had hurt to see him in bed. She knew deep down inside that he would never do anything to hurt her, but her feet had moved, running out of the room, down the hallway, into her own room, away from him.
Her ears deaf to his pleads, she'd called Jeff. He'd always been there for her, ever since Team Extreme, all through the ups and downs of her life. She'd been sobbing so hard she couldn't even form full sentences, but he'd understood, and he'd arrived, no questions asked. She didn't know where Randy was then. Jeff had come into the room and hadn't mentioned Randy at all, instead choosing to take her in his arms and hold her as she sobbed. She'd told him she couldn't face Randy yet, so when he'd fallen asleep, they'd left.
She'd gone back home only to receive hundreds of flowers and calls from the Legend Killer. It killed her to hear the pain in his voice, the pleads he voiced over the phone, the familiar writing on the envelopes accompanying the flowers. She'd sent them back, trying to diminish the pain she felt in her heart. She didn't know why it never did diminish then...
And now she knew.
She loved him then, and loved him. She couldn't stop, and didn't want to.
Because loving him was the best thing that ever happened to her.
Looking down at the photographs in her hands, she finally gave in to her tears and broke down, crying for her one true love.