You always the talkative sort of person. You were outgoing, reckless and always had a terrible joke up your sleeve that would always make people laugh in disbelief. No matter the situation or how terrible the day, you could always get people to crack a smile. You were the 'make you laugh on the worst day of your life' person. Everyone came to you.

Adam guessed that you'd always been like that. You were almost 10 years younger than Adam and had been a surprise for your mother since she had not planned on having more children. Ever since you came along, he had tried endlessly to protect you from any danger that could hurt you. He made sure that you were fed, clothed, happy and smiling before he was.

You were barely 5 years old when your father died. It had hit everyone hard. Especially your mother. She had loved him more than anything and had been with him for nearly 10 years. Not that you two didn't miss him and but you were still young. Adam had made sure that you didn't see your mother break down crying every night, he kept you fed, made sure you arrived at school on time. Adam gave up most of his grieve time to keep you happy but nothing prepared him for this.

Alyssa had often been Adam's number one supporter when it came to his career. She watched him through the toughest things in his career. You were there when he won his first championship. You were there when he got engaged. Of course, he was there when you had finished off your high school degree and got a college degree in Law.

When Adam lost one of his best friends to an IED, Alyssa dropped everything to be by his side. Issac had been a close friend of yours but Adam was his best friend. You took care of Adam for weeks before leaving him to return to your job. He guesses that's how you coped. You took care of everyone else, putting yourself second. Distracting yourself from the pain and grief so you didn't have to feel it as much. And it had worked up until this point, all your losses up until this point were collective losses, losses that hit everyone. Other people always needed you, to take care of them, take care of problems, make them feel good.

This time, it was different. It wasn't a family tragedy. It was just yours. He was your fiancé, your partner, your best friend, your soulmate. He was your Matt Owen and he was gone. Not that your family didn't love Matt, they did. He came over to family dinners, socialized, a part of the family. They loved him but they weren't in love with him. You were. Ever since you first met him years ago and definitely for the nine years you were together.

Adam had been in Chester, Nova Scotia getting ready for his show when he got the call. Alyssa and Matt had been in an accident, Alyssa was fine but it wasn't looking good for Matt. Adam had nearly tracked down Stephanie who agreed to find which hospital Alyssa and Matt were in. Adam got on the next flight to Nashville and barely made it in time to get the news. Matt's family had all gathered around his parents while you were off to the side. Adam glanced over at Matt's sister who shook her head, indicating that Matt had died. Matt's father was there, Owen Senior, he was heartbroken. He comforts his wife, and then stormed away in despair.

While this was happening, you slumped up against the wall, not understanding. Adam quickly was at your side. He steadied you, making sure you were okay, consoling you but you didn't cry. You just nodded along to all his questions, and suggestions, not saying a word. Adam had taken you to his rental house where you stared blankly at the wall while he made phone calls to your mother, bosses, and friends as the news began to spread. Your coworkers found out too, they kept calling your phone but you never answered. You couldn't talk to them. You couldn't even talk. Adam finished his phone conversations and stumbled over, wrapping you in a hug, telling you that you were officially on compassionate leave until further notice.

He told you that you could stay for as long as you needed but you refused. He insisted and for the first time, you raised your voice, shouting that you just needed to be alone. Adam stumbled back, shocked that you had yelled at him. You ran out, Adam shouting at you. You had left your keys, phone but you had your wallet.

You don't remember what you did or what happened that first night. You remember sitting on a city bus, leaning against the window, staring out at the city, your city, the one you both fell in love with, the city that had taken so much from you. You ended up in an empty 24-hour gym that you both would train in when you couldn't sleep at night.

The next morning, you stumble back into Adam's house, looking for your things. Adam, your mother who flew in early this morning and Beth stood up when you walked in. You were a mess, wearing yesterdays clothes, makeup smudged, and your hair a mess. None of them blamed you either. Adam gave you your stuff when you walked in. He asked if you were okay, where you had been to which you nodded. He also mentioned that your phone had been ringing non-stop and that you should probably call them back. You nodded but didn't. They had tried to convince you to stay with Adam and Beth for a couple weeks but you left that unanswered.

When you finally got home. You didn't know what to do with yourself. You didn't want to talk. You couldn't cry. You couldn't really do anything. You had lost all motivation. You took your shoes off and flung them aimlessly on the floor, before dragging yourself to your couch and lying down. Her phone kept ringing so she decided to check her twitter.

BleacherReport.

WWE Diva Ally Rae whose real name is Alyssa Copeland will not be appearing on TV in the foreseeable future. In light of the recent death of her real-life finance and former tag team partner, Matt Owen, she has asked for an undisclosed amount of time off. Owen was killed in a drunk vehicular accident on October 21st. We at Bleacher Report send her and Owen's family our condolences and are keeping them in our thoughts during this time.

NatbyNature

Today, The world lost the most amazing person and a wonderful friend. Matt was an awesome supporter and a great friend of the Hart Family. TJ and I are keeping WWEAllyRae and Matt's family in our thoughts and prayers.

WWERollins

Truly sad at the passing of Matt Owen, he was one amazing person and an awesome supporter. Fly High, Matt!

StephanieMcMahon

Hunter and I are beyond heartbroken to hear about the passing of Matt Owen, he was an incredible young man and an amazing supporter of WWEAllyRae. We will never forget the times we had when he was backstage. Fly High, Matt.

You had tried to crack a smile at the tweets but your heart wasn't in it until you saw your brother's tweet which broke your heart more than it already was.

edgeratedr

Today, our family lost someone who held a spot in our family for nearly 3 decades, and now holds a forever spot in our hearts. Matt, Thanks for all the memories and all the happiness you brought to WWEAllyRae in the last 30 years. She was her happiest when she was with you and I couldn't thank you enough for that. I'll always cherish the memories that you brought to our lives and I hope to see you again soon. Fly High, M.

You nearly cried at Adam's tweet and choose to release one on your own without anyone to tell you what to say.

WWEAllyRae

2 days ago, I lost the one person who understood me better than my own family and someone I'll love forever. I'll make you proud, babe. Save a spot for me, I'll be there sooner or later. Fly High, Joker.

She tagged a photo of them last Halloween dressed as Joker and Harley. You stared up at the TV that wasn't on which was surrounded by pictures of you and him.

Happy.

Smiling.

Alive.

It was probably the combination of the unbearable pain and the sleepless night that lulled you into a numbing sleep.

You were awoken by loud banging on the door. A voice was yelling at you. Adam had obviously told them all that you were here. Jay, he was demanding you open the door and let him in. You couldn't bring yourself to speak. He continued to bang, threatened to kick the door in but you still said nothing. He went quiet, silently pleading through the door, for you to open it. You didn't. Natalya, tried next, continuing with the soft approach. Once again to no avail. They went away for awhile.

There was a third knock on the door.

"Ally?"A soft voice, a familiar voice spoke.

"Adam?" you sputtered for the first time, completely shocked, you had expected it to be your mother.

"So you are in there, that's good."He stated.

"Leave me alone." you sighed.

"You've been alone for far enough. You need to talk to someone."He said.

"I don't want to talk." You muttered.

"I know but you need to open the door. Please, squeaker."He stated once again. You finch at the childhood nickname that your brother had given you.

"I can't." You whispered

"That's alright," he offered. "I'll wait until you can."

You listened as you head him sit heavily on the floor, the door creaked as he put his back against it. He just sat there waiting, waiting for you to open the door. Stupidly, you had expected him to give up, but he waited you out. He had known you your whole life, if anyone knew how stubborn you are, it was him.

An hour passed by before you padded softly across the room to the front door. You slumped down, leaning your head against it, so you could talk through the door.

"You still there, Romeo?"You asked using your nickname for Adam which you gave him in High School.

"You ready to open the door?" Adam replied.

"There isn't anything you can say, Ad." you sighed.

"Well, you don't know that."He corrected.

"You don't understand."You said stupidly once again.

"Don't I?" he questioned.

"I'm so sorry."You apologized, realization hitting you, full on.

"Why don't you open the door as an apology?"He suggested as you sighed.

You leaned up and clicked the door unlocked, moving out of the way so it could open. You stood up shakily as Adam slipped in and shut the door behind him. He studied you for a second, your dirty clothes, messy hair, and sad eyes. He didn't say a word, he just grabbed you, pulling you into a big bear like he did when you were a kid. It lasted awhile, he wasn't going to let go, he never did.

"Aren't you going to ask how I am?"You asked, trying like always to make others feel better.

"No, because I know how you are, awful," Adam admitted as you pulled away from him.

"I'm sorry."You apologize once again as you slowly padded back to the couch, sitting down, putting your head in your hands.

"It's okay, Squeakers. You can be as irrational, spiteful and mean as you want, you have a right. You lost something, someone very important, losing someone you're in love with is a pain no one should your age should go through."He explained, causing you to look up at him.

"When did you become Mr. wise old man?"You tried to joke but didn't find yourself in the joke. "I'm sorry, Adam."

You keep on apologizing for things, you don't to. You don't need to make me feel better. Today, that isn't your job."He said sitting beside you on the couch, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

"What do you mean?" you asked, looking up at him confused.

"I think you know." He pointed out.

"Adam…." you went to begin.

"When Issac died," he interrupted. "My first thought was about you and Matt, more specifically you, the baby. I knew that you and Issac had been close and that your career would go down in the dumps but apart of me was also worried that I would have to take care of you and put myself and my grief second which was something I was happy to do. But I never had too and that was because of you. At twenty-one years old, you took care of everything. Giving me the chance, to grieve for my loss. you did the same thing for Matt. You gave up on your chance so everyone else could grieve."

You went to speak again but you were silenced by a look.

"Your first instinct is to make sure that everyone else is alright before you even consider yourself. You put everyone else first, ever since you were a kid even now. You take care of people, but now you need someone to take care of you. You've experienced a loss that I didn't expect you would for a very long time. In light of that, I need you to do something for me." he continued.

"What?" you asked confused.

"Let others take care of you. Like you did me when Isaac died like you did for Matt when Joel died. Let others help you grieve. Be selfish for a change. Let others take care of you. Let us all take care of you. Will you do that?"He finished.

You nodded.

He pulled you close for another hug, you rested your head on his shoulder while he stroked your hair. He whispered that everything was going to be okay. You agreed, though you highly doubt that would be true.