Chapter 21

Jon ate just about as fast as he could before tossing his trash away and disappeared on the balcony. He needed fresh air. Everything smelled like Bianca inside that suite. If he kept smelling her, he would have to start stealing her shirts so he could cover his pillow at night. That didn't sound like a stalker at all, idiot, Jon thought, face palming again and lit up a cigarette, smoking like a freight train. There was only so much a man could take before he exploded. He thought exploding on the shower wall during his masturbation episode would've helped, but no such luck. Not at all, not even a little bit, not even a SMIDGE. Jon sank into the patio seat, deciding if he had to stay out here for the rest of the night to keep himself from jumping on Bianca, he would.

Colby watched Kavari walk out of the room and leaned back against the chair, hearing the gruff voice clearing from Joe. "You okay, big man?" He asked, looking back at his brother.

"Stop feeling guilty about what happened to me." Joe ordered gruffly, clearing his throat a little as he continued eating his soup. "You didn't do anything wrong. It was the damn food I decided to eat."

"She told you?" Colby questioned, lowering his eyes to the floor and shoved the rest of his food away. He'd confided in Kavari prior to joining everyone to eat because she'd woken him up.

"No, I can read your damn face, fool." Joe retorted, shaking his head and sat up a little more, nodding when Bianca immediately tried helping him. "I got it honey, thanks anyway." He rolled his eyes when she just waved him off and let her help him. "You didn't do anything wrong, that's all I'm saying. I know you two were getting freaky in the restroom at the rest stop, you guys don't know how to be very quiet. You had no idea what was happening with me. Hell, if it wasn't for Bianca, I wouldn't have known either."

Colby sighed heavily, nodding at what his friend and brother told him. "Kavari said that if we hadn't been fooling around, we would've gotten on the road a lot sooner and you wouldn't have made it to the hospital as fast as you did. And you might not have made it…" He swallowed hard at that thought and clenched his fists tightly in front of him. "I'll try to stop feeling guilty because she's right."

"Yes she is. Smart woman you got there, bro. Don't let her go."

"I don't plan on it."

Only because Joe had finished every drop of his soup, crackers and took his medicine, Bianca allowed him to take a shower. She made him promise her that if he needed anything – ANYTHING – he was to call for her immediately and Joe reluctantly agreed. Bianca made the mistake of going to her room, leaving the door cracked open in case Joe needed her and laid down to just rest her eyes. Fat chance, she ended up passing out and wouldn't hear a tornado if it blew through the hotel they currently stayed in. Bianca was exhausted from everything that happened and just needed some rest, to let her body recuperate from all the traveling and whatnot. They were staying here for a few days until after Raw on Monday, so that was a good thing at least.

"Bianca…"

Her eyes snapped open as soon as that voice sounded in her ear and Bianca bolted upright in the bed, only it wasn't a bed. She wasn't in the hotel suite in her room sleeping peacefully either. Clad in a light blue strapless dress made of Chiffon material, Bianca smoothed the material down her legs and instantly recognized it. This wasn't an ordinary dress. Bianca had worn this dress to her senior high school prom with Myron and it had been one of the best nights she'd ever spent with him. It was the night she lost her virginity to him and had completely surrendered her heart. Myron had done the same with her.

"My beautiful Anca."

Snapping her head up from admiring her dress, Bianca felt her eyes widen at the sight of her deceased husband and covered her open mouth with her hand, tears stinging her eyes. "M-Myron…" She stammered out, swallowing hard when he walked toward her wearing a crisp black suit with a light blue dress shirt beneath. "W-What's going on? W-What is this?"

"It's your dream, you tell me." Myron sounded amused, his emerald green eyes staring back at her almost hungrily, drinking every part of her in and extended his hand to her. "Take my hand."

"I-I'm not dead, am I?" She whispered fearfully, the thought crossing her mind and couldn't help feeling relief when Myron shook his head.

"No, you're not and that's what I want to talk to you about." Myron said, feeling her hand slip into his and instantly both of them closed their eyes, relishing in the contact.

It'd been 5 very long years since Bianca had touched her husband again and she couldn't stop the tears flooding down her cheeks, slowly standing with his help. Instantly, Myron pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, resting his cheek on top of her head. He always did this whenever she needed comforting and right now she definitely needed it.

"H-How are you even here?" She whispered, clinging to him for everything she was worth and buried her face in his chest, crying. "H-How is this even possible?"

"I cut a couple deals." Myron replied simply, knowing he didn't have much time and slowly broke the contact with Bianca to stare down in her tear-filled eyes. "Bianca, there's a reason I'm here and you need to listen to me. I don't have much time to talk to you, so don't interrupt me, okay?" He waited for her to nod before continuing. "You know I love you with everything inside of me, even in death you are the only woman I've ever loved. I get that. But sweetheart, I'm dead. I'm not alive and you are. And for the past 5 years I've had to watch my beautiful, sweet, intelligent wife completely fall apart because of my death. You have no idea how much that's killed me because I know there was nothing I could do about it. But there is something I can do now." He touched her wedding ring that she hadn't taken off since the day they got married, a sad smile crossing his face. "It's time for you to move on."

"M-Myron…"

"I said don't interrupt me." He cupped her face in his strong hands, kissing her lips softly and rested his forehead against hers. "I know you love me and it'll never disappear, but you have to live your life, Bianca. You need to take this ring off and start the next chapter of your life. You can't mourn me forever, that's no way to live. Life is too short as it is and you've got an opportunity to be happy again. You need to take it. I won't hate you for it because I know you'll be well taken care of. And I know your heart has already moved on, but you refuse to accept it because you're a stubborn woman. That mind of yours has always been extremely stubborn, one of the many qualities about you that made me fall completely in love with you." Myron could already feel the pull and closed his eyes, increasing his grip on her face. "Take the contract, Bianca. Take the ring off. Move on with your life and be happy. It's time. I want you to have the best life you possibly can. I want you to get married again and have babies with those gorgeous blue eyes of yours and I want you to start feeling alive again. Live Bianca because you only get one shot at it. There are no second chances."

"I'm scared…" Bianca whispered, that simple confession forcing more tears to pour down her face like two rapid streams. "I-I don't know if I can do this…"

Myron sighed heavily at her cracked voice and kissed her again, trying to give her the strength he knew she needed from him. "Yes you can. All it takes is a leap of faith, Anca." He winced, feeling himself weakening and pulled Bianca tightly into his arms one final time, knowing their time had ended. "Be happy, please. Please just live again and follow your heart. I love you, Bianca Danielson and I'll always be with you. But don't push those away that want to help you heal. It's time to start healing and move on."

"Myron, please don't go!" Bianca cried out, already feeling him vanish from her arms and looked up into his ghostly emerald eyes, reaching out for him. "Myron!"

"Live Bianca…" His voice was a mere whisper and a few seconds later he had completely vanished.

Bianca bolted upright in the bed, sweating bullets and felt tears flooding down her cheeks, staring straight ahead with wide eyes, hardly believing the intense dream she just had about Myron. She could feel him, wrapping her arms around herself and took a few deep breaths, glancing at the clock. Holy shit! She'd slept for damn near 8 hours straight! Bianca slipped out of bed and headed out into the sitting room to make everyone coffee and to check on Joe. They would be getting up soon.

While the coffee brewed, Bianca changed into white fleece pajama pants and walked over to Joe's bedroom door, frowning since it was shut. He had to take his medicine and she'd made him some toast to eat since it was very early morning. Tapping gently on the door, Bianca stepped inside with the toast, water and medicine in hand, seeing him passed out on his stomach on the bed. She tiptoed over to the nightstand and set everything down before pressing a hand to his forehead, glad he was still cool. Deciding he could wait until he woke up on his own, Bianca slipped out of the room and grabbed her coffee along with Jon's hooded sweatshirt that he gave her, socks already on her feet, heading out onto the balcony. Her sky blue eyes went wide at the sight of Jon completely passed out on the lounge chair, his head lulled to the side. His mouth was slightly parted and his hand hung at his side, an unlit cigarette between his fingers. Her dream about Myron suddenly flooded back to her and Bianca had to blink back tears, needing to be strong right now. She could break down later, but there was no way she could leave Jon out here like this. Setting her coffee down on the table, Bianca walked over and took the cigarette from his fingers, setting it on the table. She then squatted to be eyelevel with him and reached up to smooth away some of his dishwater blonde hair from his forehead, trying to find a soothing way to wake him up.

"Jon." She called out softly and sighed when he didn't move an inch. "Jon, wake up." Bianca said a little louder, starting to shake his shoulder a bit and groaned. "Damn it Jon, get up you can't sleep out here!"

Groaning in protest, Jon slowly opened his hazy blue eyes and stared back at his angelic Bianca. "Fuck, what time is it? Where are we?"

He rolled and suddenly the balcony was much closer than anticipated when his chest hit it with a sickening thud. Jon had completely forgotten he fell asleep outside the previous night while trying to do something, anything, to get Bianca Danielson off his mind. Popping his head up, Jon raised a brow at her when Bianca started laughing at him. He moved around and rose to his 6'4 frame, squaring his shoulders.

"Jesus Christ, how long did I sleep?" His hands suddenly began molesting himself trying to find his pack of smokes and lighter, taking them both from Bianca when she handed them over. She'd apparently found them before waking him up as Jon lit his cigarette, grunting. "Where is everyone?"

"Relax and take a few deep breaths. Everyone is inside still sleeping, as far as I know. I checked on Joe and left his medicine with some toast and water on his nightstand. He looks like he's recovering well and he'll be good to go come Friday." Bianca had no doubts in her voice and watched him take in a deep drag of his cigarette, chewing her bottom lip. "I went to rest my eyes for a few minutes and ended up sleeping for 8 hours straight, so I'm guessing you've been out here that long." Suddenly, a surge of anger rushed through her as Bianca's eyes narrowed, the smile deteriorating from her face. "What were you thinking? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to sleep on a balcony?" She socked him in the arm; worry clear in her sky blues. "Don't EVER do that again, Jonathan Good. Seriously, you're lucky I came out here to check on you or god knows what might have happened! One of the rails could've come off and it only takes one wrong move to plummet to your damn death! You think about that the next time you pull a stunt like this!"

Storming back inside the hotel suite, Bianca went straight to her room and closed the door quietly behind her, not wanting to wake up anyone. Did she really just snap on Jon for sleeping outside? Yes, yes she did.

"Oh god…"

Jon's eyes were wide as saucers and his arm felt like he got stung by a bee. He rubbed his right bicep, starting to chuckle deeply. No one had ever yelled at him so loudly for doing something stupid and then Bianca socked him for it. Did she really just freak out on him for accidentally falling asleep on the balcony? It wasn't like Jon did it on purpose or planned it to happen. He just didn't realize he was so tired when he relaxed in the patio chair. What did she think would happen anyway? Like on the off chance a tornado would come and take him home? Jon's thoughts stopped running rampant, suddenly remembering how her husband had been killed and shut his eyes.

"Shit." He swallowed hard, knowing an apology was in order when he saw Bianca again and headed inside for some much needed java.

Pacing back and forth in her room, Bianca had her hair gripped on top of her head in her fingers, eyes wide. "I'm losing it. I'm completely losing my damn mind!"

What the hell was she supposed to do after PUNCHING Jon in the shoulder like that?! Halting, Bianca felt her knees weaken as she dropped to the floor, wrapping her arms around her stomach tightly. How could Myron do this to her? How could he come to her in a dream and tell her that it was time to move on, that she had to take the WWE contract and her ring off? This ring hadn't left her finger since the day they got married in his parent's backyard! Bryan had given her away because she was closer to him than their father, which their mother didn't approve of. Bianca didn't care though.

"W-What am I supposed to do?" She whispered solemnly, once again hearing Myron's voice in her head and looked down at her trembling left hand. If she took the ring off, that meant Myron was really gone and she was ready to start the next chapter of her life. "I don't know if I can do this…"