Jonathan and I were just teens that were always talking about our future together, like we had any clue. We were lying on the grass outside the school building, looking up at the clear sky as the time went by. We were finally done with our time there, but we just wanted to hang around in "our spot", probably for the last time. I turned to my side and silently admired his features to myself. Many would not find him anywhere near good looking, but to me, he was more than perfection itself. The way his sandy blonde hair shines; it sometimes covered his face because it was a bit too long, but I liked it that way… Well, honestly, it is only because I could make an excuse to put it back. His sea blue eyes that I always find myself lost into because of the depth of the waves it held. His smile that he hid most of the time because he hated… That was my favorite. It was like I'm lucky enough to be one of the people to see that million dollar smile that could light up any room it walks into. He was slightly tanned, and moderately built, since he was working out a lot. Whereas for myself, I was just a half his size, black hair, palest skin, and dull brown eyes… I never figured out how we ended up together, but I was just happy that we were. I smiled to myself as I took in his presence for the billionth time.
"Hey, what are you staring at?" His husky voice startled me.
"You," I said, in a matter-of-factly. I saw a smile starting to creep onto his face. He looked down at me, and kissed my forehead.
"You are such a dork." He poked my side, before getting up. He pulled me up, and started dragging me with him… We ran together to nowhere.

Months later, Jonathan had to go for training to join the military, which means I barely got to see him. But I kept myself busy by having my own training to do. I was aspiring to be a female wrestler. (Weird, I know) But I admired those women and their strength, and I wanted to be taken more seriously. I was already a step ahead with my agility, since I was into gymnastics at school. Although, it was not easy (not that I thought it would be), and I have been knocked down more times than I could count. I knew it would be worth it though.

One day, I was sitting at home for some time off after injuring my leg in the ring. I was sitting with my mum, just watching some television program that did not interest me at all when we heard the doorbell chime. My mum got up to answer the door since I was not in shape to do it myself. I could hear mumbles, and soon she came back with an expression I couldn't quite make out the meaning of.
"Honey, the door is for you."
"Let them come in." I shrugged, wondering why she hasn't.
"I think you should answer it."
I did not want to argue with my mother, so I just got myself up with all the force I had in me and walked to the door. It is only 10 in the morning on a Tuesday-who could even be visiting at this time?! I opened the door and I gasped.
"Missed me?" He stood there in his attire, nothing has changed since the last time I saw him. Well, except for the fact his hair is groomed. I managed to jump into his arms, with tears in my eyes while nodding my head. It has been forever since I have seen him with his big, goofy grin.
"What are you doing here?" I mumbled into his chest. He pulled me away so I could look him in the eyes.
"I missed you." He shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I missed you too, silly." I wiped my happy tear away while letting out a soft laugh before taking a hold of his hand. I was just about to pull him into the house before he stopped me. I turned around and saw the look on his face change to something unreadable, and I felt my stomach drop.
"What's wrong?" I mumbled, not understanding his actions. He shook his head and let go of my hand, backing away from me.
"Jon, what is-," I saw him get on one knee and my voice dropped to a hush tone, "happening?"
"Val, you're the love of my life, and everything that I ever wanted." I turned around and saw my mum tearing up. I looked back and it finally struck me.
"I've never done anything like this in my life, but only because it would not be appropriate if it was not for you," He looked down and got a box out of his jacket. I felt my heart about to burst out of my chest, "Valerie Anne Carter, would you marry me?"
I felt the world stop at that moment, and I don't recall if I said yes but I remember jumping into his arms for the second time, totally forgetting about my injury, and kissing him. I also recall the way he put that symbol of our love, and that we are officially sharing our lives together until eternity, on my finger. It was the best moment of my life because I was now Valerie Anne Good, Jonathan Good's wife.

Everything since that moment has been great. He's finished training and has been called up, and so have I. We have been happier than ever in these past 5 years that have went by like a blur, everything we ever wanted has been there. I was finally getting into the "big company", also known as WWE. Only thing is, sadly, a few months after being there, I found out that I was pregnant with Jonathan's child. It is not like I wasn't happy, no; I was over the moon that our love would only grow. But that doesn't mean I felt sad that I had to put my career on a standstill for a while when I just started. I was just glad that they understood my situation.

One thing that actually bothered me though, was the feeling in my gut. I was nervous since I haven't told Jonathan the news. I haven't seen him for a while, and I wanted to wait for him to come back so I could share the news. I was constantly tapping my foot while waiting for him at the airport-and my mum was there assuring me that everything is going to be alright. I kept looking at the time, and I swear it was dragging by the second. After a while we saw that a group of his colleagues passed by and there was absolutely no sign on Jonathan anywhere. I turned to my mum who kept repeating that he might be stuck with luggage. I tried to take in what she was saying but there was a bad feeling in my stomach, and I knew it wasn't morning sickness. Something just didn't feel right. I pulled out my phone and called him, but all I got was "sorry the number you're trying to call is out of service". I took in a deep breath and tried to push every negative feeling away. In a matter of minutes, he will be here, and we will share the news and be happy.

As the time passed by, the very last man left the lane and he looked familiar. He was a close friend of Jon and I, his name was Matthew. I saw him coming our way, with his head hung low and heavy steps. He wasn't his usual cheeky, joking-self, which worried me. When he finally reached, he looked at me with sadness in his eyes and took his cap off and shuffled. I could tell he was struggling with getting the words out.
"I…" He chocked. I looked at him begging for an explanation. He took a deep breath before he continued saying, "We lost him… I'm sorry."
His words barely came out as a whisper but I heard him loud and clear. I shook my head and looked at him as if he had three heads or something.
"M-my Jon? You're telling me he…" I felt my voice started to crack. I turned to see my mum had her mouth covered in shock and her tears spilling out.
"No. No! He is fine!" I felt a dry laugh come out, "Why are you crying? He is fine, isn't he?"
I looked back at Matthew who couldn't even look me in the eyes and continued, "He is probably in the back, he talked to me last night… So he has to be fine!"
"ISN'T HE?" I grabbed him from his jacket.
"TELL ME! TELL ME HE IS OKAY!" I started punching him and he did nothing to stop me. I could feel a thousand pairs of eyes burning a hole into my skin. But still, I continued until I fell to my knees, and that's the moment my whole world came crashing down. I shut my eyes and mumbled, "Tell me I did not lose him…"
"I'm sorry."

I felt a tear fall down my cheek as I stared into the darkness. I haven't been able to sleep all night, feeling the numbness take over my senses. That tear, however, was the only thing reminding me that I'm still alive, because I've felt nothing at that moment. The only thing I sensed was the ringing in my ear, those words repeating themselves like a stuck cassette, and it is all I've been hearing since then. I remember the look I got… The way people pitied me, they feel sorry for me. My own mother couldn't even look me in the eyes anymore-not that mine held any emotion what-so-ever. I took a deep breath, not wanting to face or remember it until tomorrow… Then I felt myself lose focus and drift off again…