Title: Unchained Melody
Author: TheVampireLucinda
Featuring: Bret Hart; mentions of Shawn Michaels
Disclaimer: Rated T for themes.
Summary: "Time goes by so slowly...and time can do so much. Are you still mine? I need your love. I need your love. God speed your love...to me." A look into the mind of the Hitman. Slash! One-shot.
A/N: Guess who's back!
I can't even explain how happy I was to see you again.
Oh, don't get me wrong: I hated you. I still kind of hate you. If I had seen you on the street a few years, there's no doubt that I would have hurt you, maybe even killed you.
I had so much rage back then, so much to fuel the growing emptiness.
But then, after a while, that was all I had left—the emptiness. I was completely and utterly lost, and yet somehow, even in my darkest moments, I would think of you. And I would get angry. And I would cry. You were the one demon that I couldn't exercise.
And then you called me.
Everything came rushing back. And I hated you, and loved you all over again.
But this time, it was different. You were different, I was different, we were different.
The only thing that hadn't changed was the fact that our souls fit together so perfectly that the moment we saw one another face-to-face, I knew that I couldn't go on hating you without hating myself too.
Back then, long ago, I never got a chance to tell you. I thought about it for a long time, and I tried so damn hard to put my feelings into words.
But I couldn't ever do it. You were like this bright light, surrounded by so many people who loved you so deeply...and I was just a shadow when standing next to you.
Even worse, not a single one of them was worthy of you.
So I hated them, and, eventually, inevitably, it turned into hating you.
I remember your hurt and confusion. You wondered why I was so cold to you. You wondered where my violent and impassioned outbursts against you were coming from. And I never told you. How could I? How could I say that I loved you so much, and that I was too much of a coward to do anything but hate you?
Of course you fought back. Of course you hated me too.
But, no, that's not true, is it? You never once hated me. I see that now. No matter how angry you were, you never hated the man I was, or the man I had become. Hell, I even hated myself, so I don't know how you were able to pull that one off.
And then I saw you again.
I knew, in an instant, that I loved you. That even though I had truly hated you, despised you, I never once stopped loving you. It was the most amazing and heartbreaking thing—much like you yourself are, actually.
I didn't realize how much I missed you, how much I needed to see you and talk to you again. The bond between us had never been broken, and although I hate to use the word soulmate...I know that you are mine. And I am yours. We may have both moved on, may have both fallen in love with others, and committed our lives to our current partners...
But I know, deep down, that no one in this world means more to me than you do.
I know it, and you know it, and everyone knows it.
So even now as I turn, and I see you, and your bright eyes, undimmed by the years and life's hardships, find mine, I smile. I wave. You smile back, in that way you have, where you can make anyone feel like the most important person in the room. And when you make your way towards me, I can't deny that my heart is doing little jumps in my chest.
"Hey Bret! How are you man?" you call out, genuinely happy. I could never have imagined that this day would come; the day when I could see you again.
And you know what? I'm genuinely happy to see you too.
I've found my smile once again...and damn it all, it's you, Shawn.
It's good to see you all again, after such a long absence! This is what happens when I don't write for too long, and I watch too many old wrestling clips and matches and documentaries...haha.
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