Chapter 43
Matt looked at the twelve empty cans of beer littered around his feet. After walking out of the arena he had climbed into his car and has driven off. All he wanted to do was be with her, but deep down he was afraid...so he turned to the one thing he had always sworn would never win him over. He staggered to the bathroom and stared blearily at his reflection. The shadow of a beard and red-shot eyes met him.
"Why couldn't it have been me?" He thought to himself, and then punched in the mirror. He looked down at the shattered mirror pieces littered around his feet. His reflection glared back at him in all the tiny pieces...taunting him... He had lied to his brother. He had never really followed up on Corinne...he knew he just couldn't take it if she was with someone else, even if not his brother. He glanced down at his watch. It was mid-morning already, he had stayed up all night just thinking of ways to somehow get her back but he couldn't. It was killing him to know that she had once loved him and he had thrown it away.
He picked up the phone...
"If I can just hear her voice...just listen to her be happy and maybe I can just forget about her and let her be happy the way she was before me." He thought to himself, unconsciously dialing the office number he had dialed and redialed in the past 3 months but had hung up on even afraid to hear her voice.
"Jane Cramer?" An unfamiliar voice answered.
"Uh...hello. May I please speak to Corinne Miller." He said hoarsely on the phone.
"Umm, Corinne Miller? I'm sorry, I'm new at the office; let me find someone who's been here longer than I have....John, come here a sec!" the woman called out.
"Hello?" The man said.
"May I please speak to Corinne Miller?" Matt said. A brief pause followed.
"Corinne quit a few months ago. I'm sorry, who is this?"
"I'm an old friend...can you tell me where I can reach her?" Matt said, he could feel a pang in his stomach, he knew that Corinne loved her job at the WWF...what could make her quit?
"I'm afraid she didn't leave a forwarding number. I'm sorry."
"Um, it's okay. Thank you, good bye." Matt responded as he hung up the phone. He stared at it for a minute, and then tried her house number. The phone rang about 8 times before he finally hung up. He could feel the fear in his heart. And without even thinking about it, grabbed a jacket and got in his car.
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Corinne stared at her caller id nervously just focusing on the area code.
"Oh god, maybe it's Matt." She thought to herself then shook her head.
"It must be Jeff again."
When she had first gone home, Jeff had called a dozen times asking her to call him back and to talk to him. She couldn't. He reminded her too much of Matt, and she just couldn't take it anymore. After quitting the office job at the WWF, she had worked out a deal with Stephanie to write a column once in a while for the website and had been doing so since. She couldn't work at the building for fear of running into Jeff or even worse Matt. But she couldn't completely tear herself away from wrestling. It had always been her one passion and no matter what happened, she didn't want to lose it. After the first week of calls from Jeff and Taylor who had found out via Jeff about the whole situation she had pulled her answering machine off and had gotten a caller id to screen the calls. It was too hard to be reminded of Matt each time she picked up the phone. She looked outside at the fall leaves flying around in the cool autumn wind and sighed. She felt like those leaves, detached from the steadiness of a branch and living in the cold.
"Matt..."She sighed to herself then wiped the tear from her cheek. When would she be able to forget him and find warmth again?
Matt looked at the twelve empty cans of beer littered around his feet. After walking out of the arena he had climbed into his car and has driven off. All he wanted to do was be with her, but deep down he was afraid...so he turned to the one thing he had always sworn would never win him over. He staggered to the bathroom and stared blearily at his reflection. The shadow of a beard and red-shot eyes met him.
"Why couldn't it have been me?" He thought to himself, and then punched in the mirror. He looked down at the shattered mirror pieces littered around his feet. His reflection glared back at him in all the tiny pieces...taunting him... He had lied to his brother. He had never really followed up on Corinne...he knew he just couldn't take it if she was with someone else, even if not his brother. He glanced down at his watch. It was mid-morning already, he had stayed up all night just thinking of ways to somehow get her back but he couldn't. It was killing him to know that she had once loved him and he had thrown it away.
He picked up the phone...
"If I can just hear her voice...just listen to her be happy and maybe I can just forget about her and let her be happy the way she was before me." He thought to himself, unconsciously dialing the office number he had dialed and redialed in the past 3 months but had hung up on even afraid to hear her voice.
"Jane Cramer?" An unfamiliar voice answered.
"Uh...hello. May I please speak to Corinne Miller." He said hoarsely on the phone.
"Umm, Corinne Miller? I'm sorry, I'm new at the office; let me find someone who's been here longer than I have....John, come here a sec!" the woman called out.
"Hello?" The man said.
"May I please speak to Corinne Miller?" Matt said. A brief pause followed.
"Corinne quit a few months ago. I'm sorry, who is this?"
"I'm an old friend...can you tell me where I can reach her?" Matt said, he could feel a pang in his stomach, he knew that Corinne loved her job at the WWF...what could make her quit?
"I'm afraid she didn't leave a forwarding number. I'm sorry."
"Um, it's okay. Thank you, good bye." Matt responded as he hung up the phone. He stared at it for a minute, and then tried her house number. The phone rang about 8 times before he finally hung up. He could feel the fear in his heart. And without even thinking about it, grabbed a jacket and got in his car.
.............................
Corinne stared at her caller id nervously just focusing on the area code.
"Oh god, maybe it's Matt." She thought to herself then shook her head.
"It must be Jeff again."
When she had first gone home, Jeff had called a dozen times asking her to call him back and to talk to him. She couldn't. He reminded her too much of Matt, and she just couldn't take it anymore. After quitting the office job at the WWF, she had worked out a deal with Stephanie to write a column once in a while for the website and had been doing so since. She couldn't work at the building for fear of running into Jeff or even worse Matt. But she couldn't completely tear herself away from wrestling. It had always been her one passion and no matter what happened, she didn't want to lose it. After the first week of calls from Jeff and Taylor who had found out via Jeff about the whole situation she had pulled her answering machine off and had gotten a caller id to screen the calls. It was too hard to be reminded of Matt each time she picked up the phone. She looked outside at the fall leaves flying around in the cool autumn wind and sighed. She felt like those leaves, detached from the steadiness of a branch and living in the cold.
"Matt..."She sighed to herself then wiped the tear from her cheek. When would she be able to forget him and find warmth again?