Disclaimer: - I don't own Shane or Marissa McMahon this is no indication of
their real relationship. This is fiction, short and fluffy. This is because
I'm missing Shane and hoping he'll come back at WrestleMania but I'm not
holding out.
I'm sat alone, rocking back and forth. She's gone. The house feels empty, but not as empty as I feel inside. I don't know what I did wrong, or how I pushed her away. All I know is I did, she's left me. I'm vaguely aware of the phone ringing, I guess its Dad. I want her back; I want my Marissa back. Doesn't she understand, I love her, I care for her, and I would die for her. I've been too busy recently, not giving her the attention she needs or that she deserves. She should be treated like a queen, but all I cause her is pain. I remember when this started; it was after King Of The Ring, after my fight with Kurt Angle. I went backstage afterwards, I saw her bawling; she was upset over me. I'd done that match not considering anyone else. I comforted her as well as I could, I massaged her shoulders and hoped she'd calm down. She did, she told me she loved me; I returned those sentiments equally. But maybe it wasn't enough, I don't know.
"Shane?" a voice says from far away. "Shane, honey." The voice is angelic. A hand is placed on my shoulder and I turn to see her. Her brown hair frames her face perfectly she looks more beautiful than I thought possible.
"Marissa." A smile crosses her attractive features.
"Oh, baby." She wraps her arms around me and I lean against her.
"I'm sorry, Ris. I didn't mean to hurt you." She strokes my face and lightly shakes her head.
"Shhh. No, I'm sorry. I love you." Her warm lips touch mine and we passionately embrace. I've got my queen back; I'll do anything to keep her.
Fin
I'm sat alone, rocking back and forth. She's gone. The house feels empty, but not as empty as I feel inside. I don't know what I did wrong, or how I pushed her away. All I know is I did, she's left me. I'm vaguely aware of the phone ringing, I guess its Dad. I want her back; I want my Marissa back. Doesn't she understand, I love her, I care for her, and I would die for her. I've been too busy recently, not giving her the attention she needs or that she deserves. She should be treated like a queen, but all I cause her is pain. I remember when this started; it was after King Of The Ring, after my fight with Kurt Angle. I went backstage afterwards, I saw her bawling; she was upset over me. I'd done that match not considering anyone else. I comforted her as well as I could, I massaged her shoulders and hoped she'd calm down. She did, she told me she loved me; I returned those sentiments equally. But maybe it wasn't enough, I don't know.
"Shane?" a voice says from far away. "Shane, honey." The voice is angelic. A hand is placed on my shoulder and I turn to see her. Her brown hair frames her face perfectly she looks more beautiful than I thought possible.
"Marissa." A smile crosses her attractive features.
"Oh, baby." She wraps her arms around me and I lean against her.
"I'm sorry, Ris. I didn't mean to hurt you." She strokes my face and lightly shakes her head.
"Shhh. No, I'm sorry. I love you." Her warm lips touch mine and we passionately embrace. I've got my queen back; I'll do anything to keep her.
Fin