Two Years Later
Mickie P.O.V.
Sitting in the hotel room celebrating with the other Divas wasn't fun for me. Sure, I was happy about winning another Women's Championship, but I wasn't into celebrating Beth's demise. While, all the Divas on the roster hated Beth and took pride in someone taking her down a peg, I didn't. I knew where the source of her anger came from. I also was one of the few Divas who actually knew Beth. Sensing that I needed to become the bubbly person they were used to I excused myself from the room. I told them that I was getting something to snack on.
I walked down the halls and was stopped in my track when I saw a blonde hunched over looking at the balcony below. I walked up to her, knowing I really shouldn't. I stood next to her.
She shifted her head slightly and I looked into her blue eyes, I saw a hint of pain. "Go away," she hissed in a low tone.
"If you tell me what's wrong I'll go away."
She jerked her head away and sighed. "Whatever, stay as long as you like, I'm leaving." She quickly turned on her heels and was gone. I sighed because all I wanted was Beth to talk to me, be civil with me. Obviously that wasn't happening. I stared at the pool.
"Mickie, you okay?"
I turned around to see Maria asking me the question. "Not really."
"You would think someone who just won the Championship would be happier."
"I wish I could just be happy."
"Whatever it is, Mickie," I turned to face Maria, "let it go." She stared at me for a second and walked away.
I eventually returned and decided to let everything go and enjoy my accomplishments. I didn't dwell on the past, I just lived in the moment. My moment.