Prelude

It was raining that night when she had gotten the call. She had been laying in her bed listening to the audible crash of the thunder outside her window.

She had been groggy after hanging out with a bunch of old friends at the bar. It was a good night to say the least. If only however, he was able to join alongside with her.

He had told her that he would be running a little late. Reports of various thunderstorms around the area would be delaying a lot of his driving to her side of town.

"You're always such a horrible driver," she joked on the phone with him earlier.

"Well that's because I'm in such a hurry to come see you." He would reply back.

She laughed, "That was incredibly cheesy."

"Don't lie to yourself Lita, you like it." He retorted with a laugh of his own.

She smiled, "Alright Casanova hurry your ass up so I can see you."

"Y'see what I mean? Always rushing me." He replied sarcastically.

She sighed, "I'm sorry. I just… I just miss you."

"And I miss you too. I'm really looking forward to seeing you."

"Me too," she replied. It was obvious that she hated being such a sappy girl who was so smitten but that was just a quality that he managed to bring out of her, and she secretly did enjoy it.

"And Lita?"

"Yes?" There was a slight pause of silence on the phone and she began to grow worried at the quiet background noise.

"…I love you."

"And I love you too, Phil."

She could imagine him smiling at the response. "I'll be there in a bit. Don't be too drunk with Mickie or Trish okay? It wouldn't be fair if I missed anything."

"Shut up!" she said as she laughed and they both hung up at the same time.

That was earlier in the evening. Before the sun had set and before the horrible weather had even began to overcast.

It was now four in the morning.

And she had not received a call since.

She had tried to reach him at various times during the night out with the girls but the signal had been so bad with the rain and lightning it was nearly impossible.

Trish and Mickie had told her not to worry and that he would be okay. Yet there was feeling deep inside her stomach that there was something wrong. Something had not turned out right.

And when she had received that call, she only wished that feeling in the pits of her stomach was from the small amounts of alcohol she had.

Because that call was probably the worst thing that ever came to her ears.

"We regret to inform you…"

She didn't need to hear the rest it was obvious from her heart that the love of her life wasn't here with her anymore.

She disconnected the phone now, refusing to speak with anyone that wanted to ask her if she was okay or if she needed anything. She didn't want anyone or anything but him at that moment. The breaking point however didn't occur until the very thought of their earlier conversation that evening.

"And Lita? ...I love you."

And In between those hours of the sunrise Lita cried on her bed, alone.

A/N: This is only the prologue as the reason for it being such a short chapter. If some of you guys didn't catch it, Phil is CM Punk's real name. Although in this fic, some people will refer to him as CM Punk and some as Phil. You'll see why later. And I know this is going to be a pretty sad fic. But there will be parts that will make you smile! Please read and review?