Title: Only You
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Period.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: She was the light of his life. She was the one he'd been waiting for. She was his soulmate. Yet she was the one who was breaking his heart in pieces. And he didn't even know why. Includes: Randy Orton, Lita & Jeff Hardy. Two-piece. Please read & review.

This is my thanks to justagirl8225 for being my number one reviewer and my favourite author on this site. If you're reading, consider it as a late Christmas present. Or something. It's not much, but at least you got Lita, Jeff and Randy in the same fic! Anyways, hope you all (who all?) have a happy New Year!

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A sullen Randy Orton leaned against the wall near the catering hall of the arena. He was settled in a secluded place, in a corner where he could see without being seen. At least that's what he hoped.

The catering hall spread in front of him, the wrestlers from the Raw roster dining at the time. His eyes scanned the area, searching. As it were, he didn't have to search for long as he caught the swing of her bright red hair as she threw it over her shoulder. She was sharing the table with Stacy Keibler, Victoria and the Rock. The Rock was apparently entertaining the diva trio with his verbal skills as they broke into a delighted laughter every time he said something.

Now, usually this wouldn't bother him, but this time it did and greatly.

He watched, distressed, as Lita reached over, grabbing a single grape from the People's Champion's plate and placed it on her tongue, sucking it briefly before swallowing it. She swung the stick of the grape in her hand, raising an eyebrow. He could see that she was saying something, as he could see the Rock responding to it with a raised eyebrow of his own, but the distance was too far for him to hear what was being said. But at the looks of things, he was glad he wasn't able to hear it.

A frown formed on his face as he saw Stacy and Victoria rising from their seats, exchanging a few words with the extreme diva and the Great One, before turning around, heads together and giggling. Lita was shaking her head, a small smile on her lips before she turned her attention back to the Rock. They continued their conversation in the same manner than before, with raised eyebrows and suggestive smiles.

As he watched Lita lick her lower lip, he decided he didn't want to see more – he couldn't. He turned around, starting to walk away. As he walked, his heart heavy and not caring where he was going, he lost himself in the happenings of the recent months.

Lost himself in thoughts of her.

She seemed to be the only thing he ever thought about these days. It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to get her out of his mind, because he had, but to no avail. She would always find her way back in his head.

He sat onto a crate that was pushed in front of the wall, leaning his shoulders against the wall. He closed his eyes, in his mind reliving the hell that had been his life ever since Lita had told him they were through. He remembered everything like it had happened yesterday.

It was killing him to not be able to be with her. He wanted her, oh how he wanted her. And the fact that he had lost her was tearing him apart. From the second he heard those heartbreaking words leave her mouth, he'd tried to speak her out of it and at least get a reason out of her. But she would never give him one. Instead, she began to avoid him the best she could.

She wouldn't answer his phone calls, she wouldn't speak to him and she would absolutely refuse to meet him. In the arena, when he'd see her in the cafeteria, talking to her friends and laughing. His heart would swell at the sight of her smiling, wishing that it was him she was smiling at. Remembering how she used to smile at him. That beautiful smile that he loved to watch, that beautiful smile that would lighten up the room with its power. That very smile would fade from her face, when she realised that he was there.

Every time that happened, a part of his heart would break. And every time he would wonder how long it would take before it shattered entirely. He didn't give up though. He couldn't give up, even though his friends had advised him to do so. He couldn't make himself forget about her, when everything around him reminded him of her and their time together. He couldn't forget her and he wouldn't.

So he continued his mission. First step being that he'd get her to talk to him. Now that was easier said than done. She had to be the most stubborn person he'd ever met and if she decided she didn't want to see him, she'd do her damnest in order to avoid any contact with him regardless of what she really might have wanted.

Every time he tried to approach her, she would turn her back on him, vanishing before he even got close enough to say anything. And when he did get close enough, she'd withdraw and make some lame excuse of needing to be somewhere. One time, he'd grabbed her by the arm and pleaded her to listen to him. She'd snatched her arm away, snapping at him, saying she didn't want to see him, that she wanted him to leave her alone.

The worst thing about the situation was that he had no idea why she didn't want to see him. He didn't understand why. He had thought everything was okay between them. They were together; they were even planning on moving in together. He had been happier than ever before in his life.

He'd had almost everything he'd ever dreamed of. The dream job, good friends and most importantly, love. He had found a woman he loved more than anything else in the world. That was something he'd doubted for a long time, thinking he'd never find 'the right' woman. Sure, he'd had plenty of relationships with beautiful women, but they never lasted long. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to them, because damn, they had been pretty damn good-looking women he'd got. But that wasn't the point. The point was that most of his other relationships had been based on sex. That's where his reputation as a lady's man came. There had never been any love in his relationships, sure he liked them and found them attractive and all that shit, but never had he been in any way in love with anybody.

Until he met her.

He finally had someone to share everything with, all the joy and sorrow, everything. Someone who understood him, someone who accepted him as he was. Someone who understood why wrestling was so important to him, something that many of his former girlfriends couldn't.

She was like an angel, a goddess who had descended from his dreams and knocked him off his feet. And that didn't sound quite as pompous as it had in his mind. But it did rhyme.

Not the point.

Long story short – or shorter – he had finally found the one person he loved more than anything, the one person he wanted to spend the rest of his damn life with and he'd somehow managed to blow it. He wanted to marry her. He had even bought a ring for her. He'd planned everything so carefully, everything was supposed to be perfectly fine – and they were – until he chickened out.

He'd had everything the way he wanted them to be. The candlelight dinner on the beach, her favourite place he might as well add, her favourite food and the ring in its velvet little box in his pocket. She was there, he was there and they were alone. It was full moon, the small deserted beach glowing in its light. Everything was perfect.

But then, when the moment had come, he couldn't get the words out. He'd twiddled the ring box in his pocket, but he never took it from there. She'd looked so beautiful that it had almost taken his breath away. He remembered every detail. Her hair blowing in the soft breeze, her lips curved into a soft smile, her hazel eyes sparkling with mirth. He remembered everything. Their joined hands, the soft kisses and the passionate ones, gentle caressing and soft words.

He would never forget that night. That night was the last night he'd spent with her. The last night he got to hold her, touch her, kiss her. Many times he'd thought, that had he known that it would be their last night together, would he have done something differently? Could he have somehow prevented her from leaving him? Would he have proposed her like he had planned and if he had, how would their life be now? Assuming that she'd said yes, how would it feel like to be married to her? How would it feel like to wake up next to her every morning?

These thoughts didn't make him feel any better, they only made his heart cry. They made him curse himself for stupidity, for cowardice. Cause that's what it was. He'd been afraid. Afraid, that she would refuse him, that she'd laugh at him. But most of all, he was afraid he'd lose her.

And now he had lost her. And he didn't even know why.

She'd just up and said that it wasn't working between them. That they just weren't meant to be. She'd even told him that he'd find someone else and it was better this way.

Like he'd want anybody else. How could he?

Many times she had turned on heel and hurried away from him, leaving him yelling her name over and over again. And many times he'd been left behind with a stinging pain in his heart.

What stood up most in his mind was the fact that she would never look him in the eyes. She'd always avert her gaze, looking at anywhere but him.

And however much it hurt him, it had given him hope. It might sound illogical, but it made him believe that he still had a chance. There had to be a reason why the always vivid redhead acted this way. There had to be something she wasn't telling him – something she didn't want him to see.

He was determined to find out what it was.

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