As the sun began to rise over the deserted beach, Dean sat quietly. He had sat in the same spot all night. Staring out across the wide ocean.

After arriving home for his two days off, he had found Lea's letter. He had been worried all weekend. She hadn't answered any calls or texts he had sent.

Now he knew why. She had left him. Packed up all her belongings and drove away. She had taken all the baby's things with her.

Dean felt empty inside. For once in his life, he had let someone in. Opened his heart, took a chance, and now he was left alone.

He couldn't blame her really. Lea deserved so much better than him. The son of a crackwhore and a worthless, nameless bastard.

Why would anyone want to raise a family with anyone like him? Hell, most people didn't even like him to be near their kids. He couldn't blame mothers when they pulled their kids back.

Now as the sun slowing began to rise over the calm water, he realized what he had to do. What he needed to do.

He drained the last bottle of beer of the 12 pack he had purchased last night. He pushed himself up and wobbled into the cool water.

He just kept walking. Even as the water started to cover his face. Washing away the tears that had streaked down his cheeks.

Closing his eyes, he slowly relaxed his body and let the water fill his lungs. Without Lea, he had no reason to live anyways.

As if someone had pushed play, memories began to sweep through his mind. The few rare times when his mom was clean and sober. Playing with the dog he named Dumbass that he rescued from a group of bullies. His first match ever.

But mostly, just memories of Lea. Watching her wake up in the morning. The way the corners of her eyes crinkles up when she laughs. Their first night together in the hotel in Hartford.

The day she moved into his house. The time he tried to make her waffles because she was craving them. Finally, the last time he saw her. Wearing nothing but her bathrobe, her belly sticking out, hair rumpled. Looking sexy as fuck.

Slowly the memories began to fade. He began to drift off. His brain shutting down from lack of oxygen. Everything went black. His heart slowed down before finally stopping.

At the bottom of the ocean, the man known as Dean Ambrose laid lifeless. Some would say he commited suicide. Others would claim he was too drunk to know what he was doing. No one knew he had simply died of a broken heart.

(A/N

Okay guys… Don't freak out.

This story is not over. Not even close.

I don't want to give anything away. Just stick with me, please.

Oh, just a side note.. I am not trying to romanticize suicide. In my opinion, suicide is never the solution. Please do not misconstrue this as me justifying anyone taking their own life.

This chapter is dedicated to Shannon5288. You always lift me up with your reviews. Love you girl)

Sorry this chapter is soooo short. It's almost 4am and I'm super exhausted. I've been struggling with this chapter for almost two weeks. Everytime I'd write something, I'd delete it. Hopefully I can write Ch 18 later today. )