Title: Locket Requiem
Summary: Someone who has lost all hope finds it in an unlikely place
Author Notes: I am in no way associated with WWE. Also I named no one in this story as I felt it would wreck the feeling. Who is represented in the story is up to you.
Let's see, how long has it been now?
It's been six months, but it feels like longer. Than again, everyday feels like a century with you gone. God, I miss you. You were my sun, my moon, and my stars. And I lost all that in a single night. As I sit in the house we bought together, I smile faintly at the memory of you burning those god awful curtains. You proclaimed your innocence but it didn't matter if you did it on purpose or not. And how you liked to be pushed down the aisle in a shopping cart at the grocery store, or the afternoon we spent attempting to bake but ended up having a brownie fight. We spent hours getting it out of our hair.
Everyday I wonder, why? Why on god's green earth did you have to go? You were a good person who could make everyone laugh. I didn't deserve you, but it was you who said you didn't deserve me. Bull shit. I was no picnic. I had issues; I thought I was ugly, but you took the time to notice me, to see past the façade I had going. You never got discouraged and I actually had a good relationship going for once in my miserable life.
I didn't accept the fact that you were gone until the final shovelful of dirt hit the coffin. Your family was there, your friends were there, but I didn't notice anyone. I was numb, my reality was shattered. People were trying to console me, not that I didn't appreciate it, but they didn't understand. My savior was gone. I had no reason to live. My life was full of could've, would've, should've. We had a good night out, and we were driving home. I saw the headlights coming and tried to warn you but it was too late. I shattered my leg and had a concussion. The doctor's told me you got the worst of the impact, and that you had died instantly and with out pain. Thank god for that, I didn't want you to suffer. The other guy wasn't hurt at all, but turned out to be a drunk driver. The worst part of it is that he could have been stopped.
I'm still going through the physical healing process. I'm off crutches but I have to use a cane, I feel like an old person. I can almost hear you cracking the jokes now. I laugh hysterically in the emptiness. The laughter soon turns to crying. I know I need to move on, that you wouldn't want me like this, but it's too fucking hard to. I have to struggle to get out of bed, never mind getting over you. I fall to my knees and start hap hardily searching through the boxes that contain your stuff. Then I find it, a simple little box with plain brown wrapping that has my name. I stare at it for what seems like an eternity. Then I carefully unwrap the small present. I open the top and gasp at what is inside, a golden heart pendant with silver embossing. I had seen it at the store in town and had admitted that I wouldn't mind wearing it. I put it on and smile the first genuine smile in a long time. I can do this, I can heal these wounds. I now, have a piece of you with me. I love you, and I always will. But I think I will be ready to move on.