Beautiful

SUMMARY: Love was lost. She had it; it was beautiful. But then she lost that. Someone helped her to see the beauty once more, and was even more beautiful.

A/Ns: Hey, I'm back! Sem break has started, but I've got a lot of stuff to submit after. So, here's your update! Thanks for the reviews, by the way. I really appreciate them.

DISCLAIMER: World Wrestling Entertainment and all aspects related to it are owned by the McMahon family. I disclaim to owning anything written here except for my original characters, the storyline, and any other fictional elements used to create this fiction. The author is not responsible for any underage users reading inappropriate content for their particular age, for the content in the piece of literature is clearly stated before the fiction itself. Melanie owns herself, I own myself.

"Christopher was a jerk. He had no right to upset you."

"Oh well. He's my past. I'm going to forget him and pretend nothing happened. As if I don't know him." she replied.

John had asked her if it wouldn't be of harm to talk in the garden of the hotel. It was nighttime, and few people were there. John assumed that no one but he, Melanie, and hotel staff were there.

They were in a further part of the garden, with a lovely view of the ocean. The pale moonlight glowed with a gentle radiance, and the sky was a deep, deep blue, scattered with hundreds of shimmering stars on its' nighttime canvas, all producing a sense of inner warmth and relaxing peace.

The cold night air blew onto their faces, causing a shiver, and made them focus on each other. Their eyes met, and both smiled, and turned away.

Melanie was blushing. She really liked John. But she wondered if he felt the same way about her. She wondered, did he have a wife? Is he dating? Was he just being nice for this one night?

"Melanie. You seem troubled? Is there a problem?" he asked, his face starting to look concerned.

"No, John. Nothing's wrong. It's just those memories... and the pain from it. It still hurts."

"I'm sorry." he said, sincerely.

He barely knew Melanie for a week, and she had poured her heart out to him about her ex. He stared at the calm ocean, thinking back to what she had revealed.

"John, I really want to thank you for tonight. It made me forget all about Christopher."

"Who's that?"

"He's my ex. He crushed me a day before you had hit me."

John paled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's his fault. He and I were together for only six months. And I found out that he was cheating for several months with another girl. She was a hooker, I'm sure. She looked like a total slut when I saw her; she was dressed in clothing that barely covered her.

I slapped both their faces, to show my displeasure. I yelled to him that he was an asshole. And I ran to the park, where, somehow, I had fallen asleep in. I woke up the next morning, and started walking back to my apartment. That was when I got hit."

Returning to the present, Melanie stood up.

"John, I need to go now. I really enjoyed tonight. Thank you."

"All right, then." he said, standing up as well. "When can I see you again?"

"I hope soon." she replied. "Why don't we call each other? I'd love to talk to you some more."

"Good idea." he complimented, pulling out his cell phone. "Place your number in."

She took his phone, and handed him her own. "Same thing." she said.

After exchanging numbers, they both bid each other goodbye.

"Thanks for coming Melanie. I'm glad you had a good time." he said, as he gave her a kiss on her cheek. Melanie smiled, and felt her cheeks burning. It was a good thing she was wearing blush-on.

"Bye, John."

"So. What happened?" was the first question that came out of Catherine's mouth, upon seeing her friend in the cafe they had agreed to meet in.

"Well... long story? Or short?"

"Be as specific as you want, sister." replied Catherine, who called for a waiter.

"John was the most romantic man to ever enter my life!" she said, smiling. "He took me out to one of the best dinners ever. The food was so delicious, and everything was so meaningful..." she sighed, relishing the memory.

"Meaningful? How?" asked the eager-to-know Catherine.

"Oh, he and I went to this little garden on a cliff, by the sea. It was so beautiful. I was so glad to tell my story to him, and--"

"Story?" interjected Catherine, who raised an eyebrow. "What story?"

"The one about Chris."

"You told him already? Wow. You barely even know him." replied Catherine, who looked thoughtful.

"Hey. I told you first."

"All right, all right. Continue."

"Okay, then. He was so understanding, like you. And you know..." she paused. "I think I've fallen in love again."

Catherine bit her lip, and with a concerned look in her eyes, she asked, "Are you sure your heart's ready for love again? I mean, it hasn't even been a week after your breakup."

"Cat, I don't know. I'm just hoping he'll stay, and won't just be another to go."

Hmm.

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