Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the WWE, it's championships, trademarks or wrestlers signed under contract. I also do not have any relations whatsoever with Beth and only know of her and not know her personally.
AN: I don't know whether Beth and Jeff are engaged in real life. I actually just got the idea from an interview with Jeff that the best gift he was able to give was a 'ring for his girl'.
Also, I wasn't really looking to make a sequel of sorts to Clipped Wings but a fellow author Chassie666 got my gears turning. However, I would like to apologize to her if the story wasn't how she wanted it to be. Sorry chica, it went a whole other direction from what you hinted at.
I hope you like it.
- Nef
"Here is your winner and the NEW Intercontinental Champion, Jeff Hardy!"
My angel has flown once again. It's a feat that both makes me happy and saddens me at the same time. I'm happy because I can clearly see the light and life in his eyes shine brighter than ever. It saddens me however because I know that our usual days of seemingly endless bliss will be cut short and come few and far between.
But I refuse to be selfish.
Long before a return was set in stone, I could tell his energy was fading. He was still the same daredevil that amazed people from all over the world except he was now just caged in the expanse of his family's land reduced to jumping small hills on his dirt bikes or acting silly with his brother and best friends. I could tell he wanted more, a bigger and more exhilarating stage.
And that was in the very ring that calls him away from me.
I refused to be selfish. I let him go back.
All my friends outside what fans of his would call the North Carolina crew thought I was off my rocker when they were informed of what he was set to do. They all told me about the risk I was taking. He was back on the road again. It was a road that was not only filled with our separated lives but a road of temptation as well. They all expressed their worries that he would be tempted to find another girl to fill a void or even worse, fall into the darkness that caused him to clip his wings in the first place.
For such a big risk-taker, he needed a sense of stability. He went home and came to me. But now he's back in the big leagues. He can't leave when he wants and needs to nor can I come and go at his beckon call.
I refused to be selfish though. I let him go. I let him fly.
They always said that if you truly loved someone, let them go. If they come back, then he's yours. I always take that to heart because of him.
He wrote it in poetry.
I saw and caught a butterfly in my palm but let it fly. It wasn't because I didn't love and adore it but because I wanted it to enjoy the world with the flowers and the bees. Keeping it in my palm won't make it the best and most beautiful it can be. So from a distance, I'm happier watching it fly and play in the garden while the sun is shining. Because when the rain comes, I'll know, if it truly loves me, it will fly back to me.
That was how he told me of his plans. That he wants to fly once again and be the best he can be. I refused to be selfish and I was able to see what he truly meant in the poem. At the same time of his revelations of flight, I knew he would always find a way back to me.
"Beth, I love you more than anything else in this world. Will you marry me?"
At the loneliest of days all I have to do is look at my hand and see the ring that he chose to put there. I am to be forever bound to my angel.
All because I refused to be selfish. All because I let him fly.