Too Little, Too Late?
a quickfic by
Indigo X
Itty Bitty Author Notes- This here's a short one. Wrote 'er up to get it outta my system. Yes, I am a ridiculous Rocky/Trish shipper. =P As always, the WWF Supastars ain't mine. Damn. On wit da fic.
Damn. There it goes. God Almighty, I can't believe they're showing it again.
Double damn. Why did they have to show the replay? Wasn't it horrific enough once? Do they have to shove it in our faces?
It hurts enough that I can't run out to him. That I don't know how he is.
That I don't know whether he's alive or...
Stop it, Stratus! Of course he isn't. He's fine. He's roughed up, but he's going to be okay. He always is. Right?
This self-assurance thing isn't working. Goddamnit. They HAD to show it twice, didn't they? I mean, once. Once, I can talk myself into believing it's just some nightmare. That those NWO bastards didn't really chain up that ambulance and then ram a 18-wheeler into it. That it's all in my head.
Twice, forget it. It's real. As real as the mascara running down my damp cheeks, as real as the cries of terror and outrage all around me, as real as the shards of metal in the parking lot.
As real as my regret.
Far as he knows (knew?), I'm just sweet, sassy, sexy little Trish. His friend. Who happens to be a girl. He dosen't (didn't?) think of me as a lust object or a sex kitten, he sees (saw?) me for what I am- just a regular-ish girl, who likes to wrestle and sing in the car and goof around just like anyone else.
And I, in turn, see him as a sweet, playful, tremendously funny guy who's apparent egotism and slight viciousness hides, just below the surface, one of the most noble, tender, and kind wrestlers on the roster. But he dosen't (didn't?) realize. He dosen't (didn't?) know what I haven't told him.
I'll let it tumble out my lips. I'll hope that, somehow, some way, he hears it. And I hope to God he'll be alright. Because I can't deny it anymore, and it may be too late to say it, but I have to. I don't care who hears me. If I keep it inside one moment longer, it'll rip my soul to shreds.
"I love you, Rocky."
a quickfic by
Indigo X
Itty Bitty Author Notes- This here's a short one. Wrote 'er up to get it outta my system. Yes, I am a ridiculous Rocky/Trish shipper. =P As always, the WWF Supastars ain't mine. Damn. On wit da fic.
Damn. There it goes. God Almighty, I can't believe they're showing it again.
Double damn. Why did they have to show the replay? Wasn't it horrific enough once? Do they have to shove it in our faces?
It hurts enough that I can't run out to him. That I don't know how he is.
That I don't know whether he's alive or...
Stop it, Stratus! Of course he isn't. He's fine. He's roughed up, but he's going to be okay. He always is. Right?
This self-assurance thing isn't working. Goddamnit. They HAD to show it twice, didn't they? I mean, once. Once, I can talk myself into believing it's just some nightmare. That those NWO bastards didn't really chain up that ambulance and then ram a 18-wheeler into it. That it's all in my head.
Twice, forget it. It's real. As real as the mascara running down my damp cheeks, as real as the cries of terror and outrage all around me, as real as the shards of metal in the parking lot.
As real as my regret.
Far as he knows (knew?), I'm just sweet, sassy, sexy little Trish. His friend. Who happens to be a girl. He dosen't (didn't?) think of me as a lust object or a sex kitten, he sees (saw?) me for what I am- just a regular-ish girl, who likes to wrestle and sing in the car and goof around just like anyone else.
And I, in turn, see him as a sweet, playful, tremendously funny guy who's apparent egotism and slight viciousness hides, just below the surface, one of the most noble, tender, and kind wrestlers on the roster. But he dosen't (didn't?) realize. He dosen't (didn't?) know what I haven't told him.
I'll let it tumble out my lips. I'll hope that, somehow, some way, he hears it. And I hope to God he'll be alright. Because I can't deny it anymore, and it may be too late to say it, but I have to. I don't care who hears me. If I keep it inside one moment longer, it'll rip my soul to shreds.
"I love you, Rocky."