A/N: Just to clarify, Chris is not a wrestler in this fic, and any other characters from the WWE are not wrestlers in this fic. Thanks to BlazerAkila for letting me know that was unclear. :)

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Chris looked around the house; it seemed so empty without her. It lacked the vibrancy and life that she brought to it. Everything seemed gray and dull when she wasn't around. It depressed Chris horribly.

It had been three weeks since he had last seen her. It was like she vanished without a word, and he had no idea where she could be. He had hoped that she would come back to him, would let him forgive her, but she never came back.

About two days ago, he had stopped calling her cell phone. He had only stopped calling because the number had been disconnected. Now, he had no way of contacting her again, and didn't even know where she was to make sure she was ok.

He hated being here without her, hated being without her period. All her things were still here, she hadn't even had someone come by and pick them up. And it hurt to see her things around him. It hurt to look into their closet and see her things next to his own. He almost couldn't bear it.

He had tried calling her parents, but they didn't have a clue where she was. He didn't know if they were telling the truth, but he didn't pry, it was pretty obvious they weren't going to tell him where she was. And IF her parents didn't know, then she really was gone.

Chris looked out the window, the same window that Jessica had looked out of before she had dropped the bombshell that would change her life forever. He kept hoping that she would show up. He didn't want any of this to happen, but here he was, missing her desperately.

Chris thought for a while, before deciding that he had to go look for her, he had to search for her. It was hell without her in his life. He couldn't imagine the rest of his life without her. If it meant searching for her for the rest of his life than that's what he would have to do.

He resolved himself to finding her, and knew that this was the right thing to do. He walked over to the phone, and called up the airlines. He thought a good place to search would be her hometown of Pittsburgh. He booked the flight, and went upstairs to go pack.

~8 MONTHS LATER~

Chris sat heavily in the hard plastic chair. He had been searching for Jessica for 8 months, and had found nothing. Nobody knew her whereabouts, it was like she had disappeared from the face of the earth. He had searched all over the United States and Canada.

He had even gone overseas to Australia and to Europe. He couldn't find her there either, even though he had searched high and low for her. She was really good at hiding, Chris had concluded. She obviously didn't want to be found, and that hurt more than anything.

Chris decided it was time for this to end, he couldn't keep going on like this. He knew that it would kill him if he kept looking. Every time he didn't find her, it hurt him a little bit more. His heart broke every time he realized that she didn't want him to find her.

He got his car from the long-term parking, and drove home. He walked into his house, and felt that same emptiness that seemed to emanate from the house. He walked slowly from room to room, just looking, not really at anything in particular, just looking around.

He reached his bedroom, and fell back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't be in this house anymore, it just hurt too much. She surrounded him at every turn. Everything he looked at reminded him of her.

They had dreamed of living out their days in Canada, so he decided that he couldn't live there. It wouldn't help him at all if he lived out their dream without her. He thought of places to live, somewhere far away from Canada. Where would that be?

He decided that he would move to New Mexico, maybe in the country. Maybe he could start a ranch or something. He had always loved horses, and all that stuff. Besides if he moved there, then he could be alone. He wouldn't have to deal with neighbors, or people prying into his business. That's what he wanted, to just live and die alone.