I searched the hotel; running my hands threw my hair as time passed. I couldn't find him. I looked everywhere. Where could he be? Maria, Mickie, Layla, nobody knew. He wasn't in his room, he wasn't in the lobby. Could he already have left? No, he wouldn't without saying goodbye! Would he?
As all these thoughts ran through my head, I bumped into him---Evan Bourne. His frustrated face turned into a smile when he looked down at me. He always said even at his darkest points, I was the sunlight to the dark. My face was relived to still see him here.
"Hey Eve, just the girl I was looking for." Evan said, with a happy tone covering the sorrow in his voice.
"Yeah, I was just looking for you to! Where have you been?" I said, voice cracking.
"I've been—around. Just follow me." He said, smiling fading into a look of seriousness. I hated that.
He turned—expecting me to follow—and went to the elevator. It was only us on the elevator and it was a silent trip up to the 17th floor. The annoying music echoed through my empty, silent head. He didn't look at me, but stared at the ground. Probably thinking of a story to explain to me. I knew something was going to happen, the rumors had to be true. Evan Bourne was going to TNA. The elevator stopped after what seemed like forever. He got out without saying a word and again, I followed.
"Room number 234" he said, remembering his room number. "Right here." He said, sliding the key into his door, opening it. I followed him in, and he closed the door behind me.
"Sit down, honey." He said putting all of his stuff down. I took a seat on the sofa in the room and waited for him to join me. He did.
"I'm guessing you have heard the rumors haven't you?" He stared at the ground; he would not meet my eyes for some reason.
"Yes, I have. They are everywhere!" I said, keeping my voice normal.
"Did you already find out the outcome?" He said, glancing up a few times but not keeping the contact.
"No, that's why I wanted to see you. What's happening?" I said, unreadable.
"Well" He paused, "After this week of Raw, Vince is making this storyline where I'm going to backstab the wwe roster and trash it, then go to TNA. It kind of sucks."
"But isn't that what you wanted? You said yourself Vince isn't giving you that push you need, and you know it's true! I guess TNA would be better for you…."
"Yeah, but there's one thing TNA could never give me that wwe can, and that's a girl like you. I love you so much, and I don't know if I can leave you behind." He said, meeting my gaze now.
My face lit up "I got an idea! How about---"He cut my off
"No, no, no, a thousand times no!"
"What?! You don't even know what I was going to say!"
"Yes I do. You were going to ask me if you could come with me."
I was paranoid. He always knew what I was thinking. I could never get away with anything. "So? What's wrong with that idea?"
"Your whole life you wanted to be a wwe diva. You are at the top of your career right now; your life's dream is just beginning. If I took you away from that, what kind of boyfriend would I be?"
"A good one?" I said, my voice joking but he didn't take it as humor.
"I'm not taking you with me. You're staying."
I crossed my arms against my chest, trying to pout, but I knew Evan didn't fall for the fake pout.
"I'm not changing my mind, Eve. It's better for you to stay here and you know it."
"Where ever you are is where ever it's better for me." I tried to convince him to take me.
"You would get tired of TNA and you know it. Don't let me interfere with your career! I know what's best for you, even if you don't realize it yet." He said, stubborn. There was a long pause where we both stared at each other, studying are thoughts.
"Your right. I'm not giving up. You're not going." He said, reading my eyes thoughts. I hated how he could do that.
"Fine. I'm staying and you're going---but I don't like it." I said, anger tint in my tone.
"Thank you, Eve."
His words stung. Him leaving? T-N-A? The words bounced in my head, what would happen to us? "Evan, what's going to happen to you and me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Were going to be millions of miles apart and never see each other! Maybe on holidays, but there's not that many. How are we going to keep this thing alive?"
He scratched his head and stared into space for a minute, grabbing words and forming a sentence, "Distance only brings people closer," he paused "are love holds no boundaries."
"Okay, seriously Evan, people always say stuff like that! Do you know what happens to those people? They end up heart broke and people laugh at them! Be serious right now."
"I am being serious. I think we can make it. We shouldn't have contact because that would only make it hurt more. I think, we should go our separate ways, and one day when the time is right we will be together again."
One day when the time is right? Is he joking here?! "When the time is right could take years! I'm not waiting that long!" I was afraid of losing him. He was the love of my life. I could never imagine me loving anyone else. You can't love two people and that's a fact!
"It's not going to be years. I wouldn't leave you for that long. Just give me," He paused, thinking, "Give me a year. Just one year and then we will go from there."
A year? A year without him? Without contact! Only seeing TNA every Thursday, that's not enough! "A whole year without you is to long!"
"It's either that or two, pick one." It came out as more of a threat then mented, I could tell.
"Fine, a year. Just one year though, no more than that!"
"Yes, a year with no contact. Except you can watch me on TNA."
"Just remember, only one year."
He laughed a little, "Yes I know, Eve. And I want you to promise me something and I'll promise you the same thing in return."
"Depends…."
"I will not date any other girl than you, and you will not date any other guy than me. I will be faithful to you and you will be faithful to me."
"I could never imagine dating anyone else then you. I promise." I said, smiling.
"Good. And promise to." We smiled at each other for a long minute, taking mental pictures of each other's faces. I could have stayed like that forever. Then he got up and I copied his action.
"I guess you better be going, Eve. I got to pack some of my things, call a few people, and set everything up for this Thursday." He said, losing thought. You could tell his mind was somewhere else.
"Do you need any help?" I asked
"No, I couldn't ask that of you anyways. Just please go, get your mind off things. Tomorrow we will spend the whole day together." He said, assuring. No matter how much I wanted to argue with him so I could help, I could tell he had a lot to think about so I didn't bother.
"Okay, love you." I said, turning, walking to the door. I could feel him following behind.
"Love you to," he said as he opened the door. He kissed me for what was so post to be a quick peck, but he didn't pull away that fast. He rubbed his fingers threw my hair, and then he pulled away unwilling. We both smiled but didn't speak. This kiss took our breath away, so I just left, him closing the door behind me.
The thought of him not being there didn't hurt yet. It didn't because I could never imagine it. He's always been with me and him not being there just couldn't happen. I knew it was, but it was just too unreal to feel it yet. I made my way to the elevator, keeping my head down. I could sense no one was by me, so it wouldn't matter anyways. I pressed up on the elevator, my room was on the 19th floor, and waited.
The little light came and the elevator opened, only this time people came out of it, three people. One was tall, baldish, muscular, and with a dirty look on his face. That was obviously the leader of Legacy, Randy Orton. He stood in the middle of the three, glaring at me the second he noticed me. On the right side stood a shorter, not so muscular version of Randy Orton, but he had hair. His face didn't look at me; he just studied Randy's expression towards me. That was obviously Ted Dibiase. He didn't look mad, he looked like he wanted to smile but something—or someone—was preventing that. On the left side of Randy was a shorter, not really muscular, black haired, looking man. That was obviously Cody Rhodes. He looked at me with a blank face, not really anger, hate, love, or anything. Just unreadable. He studied me carefully like Randy. I narrowed out Ted, because he wasn't paying attention to me, and studied Cody and Randy.
"What are you looking at?" Randy said, testing me.
"A couple of gay guys." I said, wishing I had a better comeback, but not having one.
Randy sneered at me, and then he whispered something to Cody. They all started moving out of the elevator, going around me, not stopping their gaze at me as I walked into the elevator. I quickly pushed a level 19 and the 'close door' button. The door shut with my memory remembering the glares of Randys piercing blue eyes, and Cody's blank expression.
Evan always warned me about Legacy, and to stay as far away from them as possible. Legacy was the enemy of everyone. They hated everyone but themselves, and that was obvious. I would never want to be in a room alone with them. I shivered at the thought of what they could and would do to me—to anyone.
My thoughts were startled with the noise of the elevator when it came to my floor. I jumped a little, but then I realized where I was when the door opened. No one was standing there, and I could see my room clearly from the elevator. I stepped out and headed directly to my door, no one to stop me. Slid the key threw my door and went in. Set my peruse down on the table and collapsed at me couch. I couldn't go any farther. Tear started coming out of my eyes as I ran my head into the pillow.
He was leaving.