Hey everyone. I decided that, ultimately, one last chapter was needed. I kind of just left things hanging in the last one, so here's an epilogue, all-be-it a short one:

Epilogue

It had taken a full year for Peyton to get over everything, but all the pain still remained. Her memory was fuzzy. The therapist the WWE head assigned her to said that that was normal after such a huge trauma. Still, there was something inside that made Peyton believe that it was all her fault.

It had taken her a full year to walk down the aisle.

The wedding had been everything she could have imagined. She wore a white dress, a designer. The bride was beautiful. The groom was handsome. And smiling. They both smiled. A lot. Trish and Torrie had been bridesmaids. The Maid of Honor position was left open, because it belonged to Candice. The same went with the Best Man position, which belonged to John.

Despite their loses, Randy and Peyton turned the event into a sort of memorial slash celebration.

Now, Peyton could care less if her dress was white anymore. Was she ever really going to wear it again anyway? Probably not. She wasn't even really thinking about it as she stared at Candice's grave. Next she would visit John's, and they would take pictures. The gesture seemed gloomy, but it made Peyton feel like her lost friends really were part of the supposed festivities.

Trish and Torrie filed in on either side of her, bowing their heads with respect and adding a silent prayer for their fallen partner in crime. They slipped their arms around each other, adding that small silent comfort that only they could get from friends.

Behind them, Randy leaned against the limo, his jacket somewhere inside the vehicle. He still remembered the incident vividly. It was something he'd rather avoid, hoping one day to forget. He watched his wife and her friends, leaning on each other for support but at the same time laughing.

It was gray outside, the sky getting ready to douse them all. It didn't matter. He would stand in the rain for Peyton. He would do anything for Peyton, which he already proved.

Out of the corner of his eye, Randy saw a faint flicker of headlights as a car pulled up behind the limo. Mickie stepped out from the driver's seat, flowers and a decorated box in her hands. Randy stiffened, still uneasy in her presence. "Baby?"

Peyton swirled around, holding bunches of her dress in her fists. She watched Mickie walk towards her, but didn't even so much as flinch. Mickie stopped before she got too close, staring at Peyton with teary eyes. She started to speak, but Peyton stopped her when she threw her arms in front of her. Peyton embraced Mickie, cradling her head so she could cry on her bare shoulder. Mickie didn't cry, though. She pulled back, grinning with the simplicity that it took. "I missed you guys."

Trish ran a hand down Mickie's arm, "We missed you, too."

Mickie placed the flowers on Candice's grave, then handed the box to Peyton. "Congratulations. You and Randy were meant to be together."

Peyton looked towards her husband, seeing him rigid and uncomfortable. This was the day Peyton had longed for. The day she would have fully forgiven Mickie. And Randy. "Yeah. I guess so."

Randy approached her, something in Peyton's eyes calling to him. He swept her up in his arm as their lips found each other.

what did you think? really...

So i decided not to do a sequel, but i have another wwe fanfic in mind. here's the info incase you liked my writing and whatnot:

The Art of Addiction

An hobby can become and addiction if you don't stay on top of it. And an addiction can just as easily become away of life. Four different superstars are venturing into dangerous territoy, no matter what the uncontrolable craving. The real question is: Which addictions are harmless? And which can kill you?

Unsure of pairings at this point.

Romance/Drama

Includes John Cena, Randy Orton, an OC (maybe two), and other superstars.

I just came up with the idea last night after watching Raw. I saw a sign that said "Stop Blaming WWE" in the crowd and it got me mad. Chris Benoit will be missed, and the way he passed was unfortunate. So i started writing, and i came up with this.

anyhoo, i hope to get that up by the end of this week. if not, it's going to be a minimum of two weeks cuz i'm going on vacation on saturday for a week. I'll keep you posted

Ruby