Paper Connection
By Cold-Zephyr
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Drama
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Description: -slash- Shawn Michaels receives a heartfelt and painful letter in his locker as the Backlash PPV ends, and finds out a lot of things he should've known before. It's not a one-shot anymore, R and R please...
A/N: Finally! Here it is, the fifth chapter to "Paper Connection." Enjoy reading, y'all! (And on a side note: Yeah, Melissa, the whole Shawn calling Benoit a pervert bit was intended to be funny. Glad I made ya laugh!)
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Chapter 5: I Wish
So what was Bret Hart going to write this time around? How would he react to Shawn's most recent letter? "Damn it, Bret, I'm not looking for a fucking pen pal here," the sentence Shawn had written repeated over and over again in Bret's mind. It took him a good two hours of deep pondering before he finally sat down at his desk and began scribbling away.
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Dear Shawn,
I offered you my friendship, and only my friendship, simply because that's all I have to give. Can't you see? You're not the only one who's hurting...my heart is breaking apart as well. Yes, I'm slowly but surely withering away, but tell me, Shawn, what the fuck can I do about it? My hands are tied, my heart is caged and never will be free...I'm sorry.
As life drags on, I still suffer silently deep inside, all because of my love for you. It's killing me that I am the one that's making you feel like this...so sad, so miserable...maybe I should never have written that one stupid letter in the first place. But it's so wonderful to finally be in touch with you, after spending lifetimes so far apart from each other, emotionally far apart around seven years ago, and now physically far apart. Hearing from you is what keeps me hanging on. Though we've never even conversed in person lately, you brought a little bit of sunshine back into my life, just by writing me back. Thanks, Shawn.
Yes indeed, I've been madly in love with you for what seems like forever now, but I had dismissed it as a crazy infatuation...at least back then, anyway. But it's all clear to me now. I truly, honestly know deep in my heart how genuine my feelings are for you. So I want you to know, Shawn...
I love you.
I really do. It's more than just some stupid old crush. Even if I may never ever get to see your face in my lifetime, even if I die all alone, even if the rest of my life will be filled with nothing but loneliness and misery, even if I live as an empty shell of a man...I'll always love you. And you are and will always be the only one for me...no one else even comes close to you and the way you make me feel. No matter where you are, no matter what you do, and no matter how far apart we are, my heart will always belong to you.
If only there were a way for us to be together, I'd jump at the chance to finally be with you, Shawn. My body, heart and soul ache for the warmth of your smile, the feel of your soft skin, the pure ecstasy that would overcome me at the very sight of you. You're the one thing that would finally make my life complete.
But there is no way at all, and I doubt that there ever will be (we're a star-crossed pair, aren't we?). Keeping in touch via letters is the best I can do, and if I lose this, the only connection I have with you, I don't know how I'll go on. I need you in my life, Shawn, no matter how faint our connection may be. So please write me back...I don't want to lose you again.
All I can do is wish, hope and pray for the day you and I will finally meet face-to-face, but until then, I'll just be right here, waiting for your next letter, and praying to God that maybe some day, I'll see your beautiful face again.
Yours,
Bret
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The crisp morning breeze blew past as Bret strolled the Calgary streets to a quaint little flower shop just near his house. "Good morning, Jacques," he greeted the plump, jolly flower vendor as he swung open the shop door.
Even the bushy grey mustache the vendor had couldn't conceal his warm and friendly grin as he saw Bret walk in. "Ah, Mr. Hart! Back again, I see?"
"Yeah, I am."
The portly old man cheerily clasped his hands together as he spoke in his thick Canadian-French accent. "What will it be this time? Another white rose?"
"The white rose was lovely, but this time I'm buying long-stemmed red roses...a dozen of them. I want the freshest ones you've got."
"Good choice, Mr. Hart. Red roses are always a classic, you can never go wrong with them. They're the most romantic type of flower, and a great way to show how much you love someone. Don't mind my asking, Mr. Hart, but who are you buying them for, anyway?"
The faintest trace of a smile played on Bret's lips as he gazed at the lovely grey-skied Calgary setting outside the flower shop window. "They're for someone very special to my heart...hey, you know what? Make 'em two dozen."
Jacques the flower vendor was so elated that the only thing missing from his facial expression was having two dollar signs gleaming from his eyes. "Wow, yes, sir!! You must really love this person, huh?"
"...Yeah."
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A/N: I'll have the next chapter in a week or two, but until then, keep it cool, dudes! Remember, patience is a virtue LOL!!! Love, Cold-Zephyr
By Cold-Zephyr
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Drama
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Description: -slash- Shawn Michaels receives a heartfelt and painful letter in his locker as the Backlash PPV ends, and finds out a lot of things he should've known before. It's not a one-shot anymore, R and R please...
A/N: Finally! Here it is, the fifth chapter to "Paper Connection." Enjoy reading, y'all! (And on a side note: Yeah, Melissa, the whole Shawn calling Benoit a pervert bit was intended to be funny. Glad I made ya laugh!)
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Chapter 5: I Wish
So what was Bret Hart going to write this time around? How would he react to Shawn's most recent letter? "Damn it, Bret, I'm not looking for a fucking pen pal here," the sentence Shawn had written repeated over and over again in Bret's mind. It took him a good two hours of deep pondering before he finally sat down at his desk and began scribbling away.
-
Dear Shawn,
I offered you my friendship, and only my friendship, simply because that's all I have to give. Can't you see? You're not the only one who's hurting...my heart is breaking apart as well. Yes, I'm slowly but surely withering away, but tell me, Shawn, what the fuck can I do about it? My hands are tied, my heart is caged and never will be free...I'm sorry.
As life drags on, I still suffer silently deep inside, all because of my love for you. It's killing me that I am the one that's making you feel like this...so sad, so miserable...maybe I should never have written that one stupid letter in the first place. But it's so wonderful to finally be in touch with you, after spending lifetimes so far apart from each other, emotionally far apart around seven years ago, and now physically far apart. Hearing from you is what keeps me hanging on. Though we've never even conversed in person lately, you brought a little bit of sunshine back into my life, just by writing me back. Thanks, Shawn.
Yes indeed, I've been madly in love with you for what seems like forever now, but I had dismissed it as a crazy infatuation...at least back then, anyway. But it's all clear to me now. I truly, honestly know deep in my heart how genuine my feelings are for you. So I want you to know, Shawn...
I love you.
I really do. It's more than just some stupid old crush. Even if I may never ever get to see your face in my lifetime, even if I die all alone, even if the rest of my life will be filled with nothing but loneliness and misery, even if I live as an empty shell of a man...I'll always love you. And you are and will always be the only one for me...no one else even comes close to you and the way you make me feel. No matter where you are, no matter what you do, and no matter how far apart we are, my heart will always belong to you.
If only there were a way for us to be together, I'd jump at the chance to finally be with you, Shawn. My body, heart and soul ache for the warmth of your smile, the feel of your soft skin, the pure ecstasy that would overcome me at the very sight of you. You're the one thing that would finally make my life complete.
But there is no way at all, and I doubt that there ever will be (we're a star-crossed pair, aren't we?). Keeping in touch via letters is the best I can do, and if I lose this, the only connection I have with you, I don't know how I'll go on. I need you in my life, Shawn, no matter how faint our connection may be. So please write me back...I don't want to lose you again.
All I can do is wish, hope and pray for the day you and I will finally meet face-to-face, but until then, I'll just be right here, waiting for your next letter, and praying to God that maybe some day, I'll see your beautiful face again.
Yours,
Bret
-
The crisp morning breeze blew past as Bret strolled the Calgary streets to a quaint little flower shop just near his house. "Good morning, Jacques," he greeted the plump, jolly flower vendor as he swung open the shop door.
Even the bushy grey mustache the vendor had couldn't conceal his warm and friendly grin as he saw Bret walk in. "Ah, Mr. Hart! Back again, I see?"
"Yeah, I am."
The portly old man cheerily clasped his hands together as he spoke in his thick Canadian-French accent. "What will it be this time? Another white rose?"
"The white rose was lovely, but this time I'm buying long-stemmed red roses...a dozen of them. I want the freshest ones you've got."
"Good choice, Mr. Hart. Red roses are always a classic, you can never go wrong with them. They're the most romantic type of flower, and a great way to show how much you love someone. Don't mind my asking, Mr. Hart, but who are you buying them for, anyway?"
The faintest trace of a smile played on Bret's lips as he gazed at the lovely grey-skied Calgary setting outside the flower shop window. "They're for someone very special to my heart...hey, you know what? Make 'em two dozen."
Jacques the flower vendor was so elated that the only thing missing from his facial expression was having two dollar signs gleaming from his eyes. "Wow, yes, sir!! You must really love this person, huh?"
"...Yeah."
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A/N: I'll have the next chapter in a week or two, but until then, keep it cool, dudes! Remember, patience is a virtue LOL!!! Love, Cold-Zephyr