Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They belong
to themselves, and their gimmicks belong to Vince and WWE.
Summary: I'm not going to give away the actual plot, but know that this has a lot of weird twist and turns in it, and I'm not entirely sure it'll all make sense, but hell it's fiction, anything's possible right?
Oh, and there's no specific time frame, but Hunter and Stephanie were never married.
~
"Goodbye Stephanie," Chris whispered as he put a single rose on the white casket.
The rose lay among many, the whole casket being adorned with them. There were white ones, red ones, and her favorite, pink ones. The mourners all watched as the casket was lowered into the ground. Chris couldn't watch, and cast his eyes on the others who had attended.
He saw Vince and Linda, barely containing themselves, knowing they would never see their daughter again. Linda was leaning into Vince for support, her eyes brimming with tears. Shane stood silently next to them, his stony gaze set forward, trying to keep his composure for Linda. He handed her a tissue, which she gladly accepted.
He looked over to the other mourners, most of them from WWE. There was Kurt silently crying, trying not draw any attention to himself. He saw Matt and Lita staring at the ground, not wanting to watch the casket being lowered either. He saw so many of his colleagues openly cried as the first sounds of dirt pounded on the casket that now lay beneath the ground.
He didn't want to hear that sound. He had read in a book somewhere that the sound of dirt against a casket was the most final sound in the world. He had never believed it until this moment. It was final, and the sound kept repeating, and repeating until he felt like throwing himself in the grave itself, and begging them not to bury her.
After the ceremony was over, everyone filed out silently except for him. He couldn't leave just yet. He walked over to the gaping hole in the ground and stared to the bottom. He could still make out the casket easily, despite the roses, and shovels of dirt that now spotted the pristine white casket.
A tear fell from his cheek and into the grave as he thought about her, about them. She had been taken away from him much too soon. He didn't know how he was going to cope now that she was gone. It had all happened in a blur, one moment she was here, and in the next, she was gone, like a light breeze. His head was still spinning from all the arrangements that he had had to make.
He sat down on the grass next to her grave, his head buried in his knees and he cried, not caring who saw him. He was beyond caring at this point. His life was gone, and now he had nothing to live for. Except her, he thought, he had to live for her. And that's why he kept getting up in the morning, that's why he had to try, for trying's sake.
"Chris, are you ready to leave?" Chris looked up and saw Shane standing in front of him, a look of pity clear on his face.
"I don't think I'll ever be ready to leave her Shane," Chris told him, not bothering to wipe the tears that he knew were staining his face, "I feel like I'm abandoning her or something."
"You're not abandoning her, you can't stay here forever."
"I know."
"And Regan's waiting for you in the car."
"Yeah? She woke up?"
"Yeah, and she wants you," Shane said to him, motioning for Chris to follow him.
Chris slowly got up and turned around one last time, looking at Stephanie's grave. He had to keep reminding himself that she really wasn't in there anyway. After the plane had crashed in the North Sea, there had been no survivors, and her body had never been recovered. The thought was unsettling to him. She was nowhere, like she had never existed. Now she was only in pictures, and old videotapes, and in the memories of all who knew her.
Chris turned back towards the awaiting limo, and sighed before climbing inside. Vince and Linda were sitting on one end, and Vince had his arms wrapped around a sobbing Linda. Shane was sitting next to his wife, Marissa, who was holding a baby in her arms. She saw Chris sit down, and went to hand him the little girl.
He took the baby in his arms, and like always, he thought of her. He couldn't help it, the little girl had Stephanie's eyes. He could always have a little piece of her as long as he had his little girl. The baby smiled at him, and he held her in his arms as she giggled, not knowing that today was a day of mourning and sadness. Not knowing that she had just lost her mother.
He sat the infant on his lap, and she grabbed his hands, content to just play with his fingers. Her infant curiosity drawing her to the gold ring that adorned his left hand, going to take it off. He couldn't help but smile as she struggled to get the ring off his finger. He couldn't help but remember when Stephanie had put that very ring on his finger.
And now she was gone.
So what do you think? Be honest. I'd like to know if this is worth continuing. And as always, if you want to be brutal, go right ahead. :)
Summary: I'm not going to give away the actual plot, but know that this has a lot of weird twist and turns in it, and I'm not entirely sure it'll all make sense, but hell it's fiction, anything's possible right?
Oh, and there's no specific time frame, but Hunter and Stephanie were never married.
~
"Goodbye Stephanie," Chris whispered as he put a single rose on the white casket.
The rose lay among many, the whole casket being adorned with them. There were white ones, red ones, and her favorite, pink ones. The mourners all watched as the casket was lowered into the ground. Chris couldn't watch, and cast his eyes on the others who had attended.
He saw Vince and Linda, barely containing themselves, knowing they would never see their daughter again. Linda was leaning into Vince for support, her eyes brimming with tears. Shane stood silently next to them, his stony gaze set forward, trying to keep his composure for Linda. He handed her a tissue, which she gladly accepted.
He looked over to the other mourners, most of them from WWE. There was Kurt silently crying, trying not draw any attention to himself. He saw Matt and Lita staring at the ground, not wanting to watch the casket being lowered either. He saw so many of his colleagues openly cried as the first sounds of dirt pounded on the casket that now lay beneath the ground.
He didn't want to hear that sound. He had read in a book somewhere that the sound of dirt against a casket was the most final sound in the world. He had never believed it until this moment. It was final, and the sound kept repeating, and repeating until he felt like throwing himself in the grave itself, and begging them not to bury her.
After the ceremony was over, everyone filed out silently except for him. He couldn't leave just yet. He walked over to the gaping hole in the ground and stared to the bottom. He could still make out the casket easily, despite the roses, and shovels of dirt that now spotted the pristine white casket.
A tear fell from his cheek and into the grave as he thought about her, about them. She had been taken away from him much too soon. He didn't know how he was going to cope now that she was gone. It had all happened in a blur, one moment she was here, and in the next, she was gone, like a light breeze. His head was still spinning from all the arrangements that he had had to make.
He sat down on the grass next to her grave, his head buried in his knees and he cried, not caring who saw him. He was beyond caring at this point. His life was gone, and now he had nothing to live for. Except her, he thought, he had to live for her. And that's why he kept getting up in the morning, that's why he had to try, for trying's sake.
"Chris, are you ready to leave?" Chris looked up and saw Shane standing in front of him, a look of pity clear on his face.
"I don't think I'll ever be ready to leave her Shane," Chris told him, not bothering to wipe the tears that he knew were staining his face, "I feel like I'm abandoning her or something."
"You're not abandoning her, you can't stay here forever."
"I know."
"And Regan's waiting for you in the car."
"Yeah? She woke up?"
"Yeah, and she wants you," Shane said to him, motioning for Chris to follow him.
Chris slowly got up and turned around one last time, looking at Stephanie's grave. He had to keep reminding himself that she really wasn't in there anyway. After the plane had crashed in the North Sea, there had been no survivors, and her body had never been recovered. The thought was unsettling to him. She was nowhere, like she had never existed. Now she was only in pictures, and old videotapes, and in the memories of all who knew her.
Chris turned back towards the awaiting limo, and sighed before climbing inside. Vince and Linda were sitting on one end, and Vince had his arms wrapped around a sobbing Linda. Shane was sitting next to his wife, Marissa, who was holding a baby in her arms. She saw Chris sit down, and went to hand him the little girl.
He took the baby in his arms, and like always, he thought of her. He couldn't help it, the little girl had Stephanie's eyes. He could always have a little piece of her as long as he had his little girl. The baby smiled at him, and he held her in his arms as she giggled, not knowing that today was a day of mourning and sadness. Not knowing that she had just lost her mother.
He sat the infant on his lap, and she grabbed his hands, content to just play with his fingers. Her infant curiosity drawing her to the gold ring that adorned his left hand, going to take it off. He couldn't help but smile as she struggled to get the ring off his finger. He couldn't help but remember when Stephanie had put that very ring on his finger.
And now she was gone.
So what do you think? Be honest. I'd like to know if this is worth continuing. And as always, if you want to be brutal, go right ahead. :)