After her photo shoot with Vogue magazine, Trish headed to the airport. She was planning to go to Toronto for a few days and spend time with her family. Whenever things got a little hectic, she knew that her family always kept her grounded. And I need them more than ever now.

On the way to the airport, Trish decided to check her voicemail. She was surprised when her phone revealed that she had three urgent messages. Going into a quick panic, she hurriedly dialed in to find out what is going on.

As she listened to the voicemails, she smiled as tears streamed down her cheeks. All of the "urgent" voicemails were from Dave, nearly pleading with Trish to drop everything that she was doing and see him instead. Without even a slight hesitation, Trish followed her gut instinct.

Once she was at the airport, she went inside the cockpit to speak with the pilot of her private jet. "Frank, there has been a slight change in plans. Can you take me to Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport instead?"

"Sure, what's going on there, Ms. Stratus? An important meeting?"

Trish nodded as she thought about what she was going to do. "Yes. Probably the most important meeting of my life."

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After the Smackdown! house show was over, Dave headed off to the next city alone. He usually rode with Randy or one of the other Smackdown! guys but he needed to be by himself for a while. As he turned on the radio, he briefly checked his cell phone to see if Trish has returned any of his calls. Not one, damn. Maybe she doesn't want to be with me anymore.

As Dave continued driving, the local DJ was debuting a new single from Trish.

"Now, I'm not a big fan of slow songs or sappy songs," The DJ said. "But this one literally made the hair on my back stand up. This song is not even on her album, ladies and gentleman, it's a song that she just released a couple days ago. Here is the new single from Trish Stratus, called, "Don't Forget About Us."

Dave was about to turn off the radio as he was used to doing for the past month whenever any of Trish's songs were played on the radio. But Trish's soft voice cooed over the airwaves. Not to mention, Dave knew the song was about him. Dave hated the nickname Trish gave him because he felt it was silly but now he missed hearing it from her. And the song started off with Trish cooing the nickname, "Baby boy."

Just let it die
With no goodbyes
Details don't matter
We both paid the price
Tears in my eyes
You know sometimes
It'd be like that baby


Now everytime I see you
I pretend I'm fine
When I wanna reach out to you
But I turn and I walk and I let it ride
Baby I must confess
We were bigger than anything
Remember us at our best
And don't forget about


Late nights, playin' in the dark
And wakin' up inside my arms
Boy, you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us

I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

Oh they say
That you're in a new relationship
But we both know
Nothing comes close to
What we had, it perseveres
That we both can't forget it
How good we used to get it

There's only one me and you
And how we used to shine
No matter what you go through
We are one, that's a fact
That you can't deny
So baby we just can't let
The fire pass us by
Forever we'd both regret

Dave felt absolutely miserable. Trish was practically telling him that it was over and that was the end of it. I should've turned off the radio when I had the fucking chance. Dave's emotions reflected in his driving as he was practically flying down the highway to get to Phoenix.

Once Dave arrived at his hotel, he quickly showered, ordered room service and just spent the rest of his night moping. He thought about calling Tina to check up on her and Alessia but he decided that he'll make the phone calls in the morning. And the last thing I need is for her to be on my ass about my attitude.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was his room service dinner. A woman's thick accent was behind the knocking. "Mr. Batista, room service."

"Just leave it at the door, please." Dave called out.

The woman kept knocking. "Mr. Batista, you need to sign for the room service."

"Can you just leave it there? I'll get it tomorrow morning, I promise."

The woman kept knocking. "I can't leave the food here without your signing off for it."

Oh, damn it to hell! Dave got up and rushed to open the door. "I thought I told you that…"

Trish smiled as she stood behind the room service cart. "You thought you told me what?"