Tell me why I just can't let you go although I know you'll never love me? That's what she has asked herself for months. But when she finally gets the nerve to leave something happens that neither of them would ever think would happen. Life changes and so does he. Any wrestler.
Chapter 1.
She…
She stared out the window, a tear rolling down her face. Thinking of the past year hurt her head and her hurt.
Before him, she had standards.
Before him, she had self-respect.
Before him, she had her own friends.
Before him, she had her career.
Before him, she stood on her own two feet.
Before him, her heart was empty.
She reached a hand up to wipe away another stray tear. She knew she had to go. She knew it was for the best. If she stayed, he would never treat her right. It wasn't that he didn't care he just didn't care enough. Not knowing where she stood was killing her.
Turning around she looked at the hotel room. Her bags were packed. All she had to do was leave her note. Would he even care?
Placing the envelope on the pillow, she pulled her suitcase off the bed. Leaving him would be hard. Leaving the WWE would be hard. But she knew it had to be done. She couldn't stay feeling the way she did or in the condition she was in.
Unconscietsly her hand grazed across her stomach. She had someone who needed her. It may not of been planned but it couldn't be more wanted. Not telling him was a big decision. It was a tough decision. She knew until he grew up, there wasn't anyway he could handle when was going to be happening.
With one last sigh she grabbed her purse from the table. Wistfully she looked around the room. There were good times. It's just too bad he couldn't give himself to her totally. If she didn't let him go now, she might never.
She thought of that old saying, If you love something let it go free, if it's meant to be it will come back.
She walked to the door, opened the door and stepped through. Ready to face the next chapter of her life. If only she knew she could definitely and finally let him go.
He…
He walked into the hotel room expecting her to be there like she always was. He was puzzled at the darkness of the room. She always fell asleep with the TV on. Not wanting to wake her he quietly walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. As he reached for his toothbrush he noticed her makeup and bathroom items were gone.
Puzzled, he walked out into the bedroom area and turned on the light. He was startled that no one was there. She didn't have anything planned. She would have told him if she did. She was cool like that, never forcing herself on him when he needed his time but always letting him know where she will be.
He looked at the undisturbed bed and saw the envelope on the pillow with his name on it. He opened it and began reading, anger slowly building up in him.
How could she leave him after a year and leave the company as well. What was going on in her head. He sank onto the bed and read the note over and over again.
How could she not see what she meant to him?
How could she not see what she did to him?
How could she not see how well they went together?
How could she not know how he felt?
He gained his legs back and headed towards the window. He had to find her. The only problem was, she didn't say where she was going, just where she was not.