Disclaimer: I obviously do not own NCIS or any of the characters because if I did, Ziva would still be here, and Tiva would've been a thing.
DiNozzo's POV
Shock. Grief. Pain. Loss. All of which have been swimming through my head all this time.
You would think that the pain of a failed relationship would die down with time. Just like
when people die. You're upset and in denial at first, but eventually, your memories of
them just get farther away until you reach a point when they rarely cross your mind.
Although this surely wasn't a death, in a way, Wendy is dead to all these years, we
haven't talked; it was as if one day, she was a huge part of my life, and the next day, she
was gone. But I could never completely forget her. I could never forget being led on for so
long and then being dumped right before the wedding. Just this morning, when I thought
I was getting over all that pain and loss, her memory came flashing back to me in a cruel
twist of events. This morning, when I snoozed the alarm, I woke up the happiest I've
been in weeks. I stretched and yawned, almost forgetting about everything. I crossed the
room and opened my front door to see if the newspaper had come yet, when I noticed a
rolled up paper attached to the front door. I unwound the rubber band to find a pamphlet
for Wendy's Garden and Lawn Care. And all the memories came flooding back. It's
amazing how something as simple as a pamphlet can throw me off my game and turn a
perfectly normal day into a miserable one. I've told other people about my problems, but
they say it's just a normal part of the grief process. That's funny because I'm sure Wendy
wakes up every morning without feeling like she's been played, cheated on, and lied to.
There isn't much action going on here. Sorry about that. I just wanted to set the scene a bit and give you some background. Stuff will happen in the next chapter, I promise :)