A/N: I own none of the WWE superstars mentioned in this fic. Song is Heaven by Moonpools and Caterpillars.
In memory of Miggy Tinio (31 August 1980 – 21 October 2002)
I believe in heaven and earth,
That I should just accept it all.
Trish opened the closet and slowly pulled out the black dress that was hanging in her closet. She felt like hell and she wanted more than anything in the world to curl up in a ball and die. But she knew that she had to be strong. It's the least she can do, especially to his family. She felt like a robot, slipping into her dress and putting on makeup. How does one prepare to bury a boyfriend? She had no clue.
"You all right, T?" her friend Stacy Keibler asked her as she got in the car.
"No," she admitted. "But I can't do anything about it now, can I?"
So content with the paths that I walk on,
Surely, I should just see it all.
As Trish walked to the cemetery, she felt all eyes were on her. She knew they were talking about her, but she didn't mind. She felt numb, and she has not shed a tear. Not when she woke up to Randy's phone call, to tell her that her boyfriend was in a drag racing accident. Not when she rushed to the hospital at 2 a.m., seeing the doctors frantically revive him. Not when they finally declared him dead.
So take care, and don't go to far,
I will miss your soul.
Dead. The word sounded so foreign to her. Sure, she experienced death in the family years ago with her grandparents, but her boyfriend? It's not right. It was so unfair. They had so many plans and dreams, they had they're whole life together ahead of them. And now it's gone. Forever.
And when the distance grows
To the nights are long,
She listened to some of their friends talk about him during the service. About how he loved living life in the fast lane, how he saw everyday as a new opportunity to live. She always told him that him drag racing was bad idea, that he might end up getting hurt. But he would just smile and say: "Don't worry about me, I'm a big boy. And I'm not going anywhere." She always loved it when he said that to her, his killer smile making all her worry melt away. Had she known that this was going to happen, she would have smacked him for his stubbornness.
And you're scared at times,
And you wonder why.
Trish thought about that fateful night. They had gotten into a fight earlier about something, and they cancelled their date that night. She was seriously thinking about breaking up with him. That is why she asked for a sign, that if he called her before midnight, then it meant that he is the right one for her. If not, then she would just have to breakup with him. She waited by the phone the whole night. He didn't call, and she went to sleep with a heavy heart, knowing that she would have to call it off. Then she was woken up by the phone call. She found out later that it was exactly midnight when the accident happened. This was not the sign that she asked for.
Take care, and don't go to far,
I will miss your soul...
She just stared at his casket as they lowered it to the ground. And as tears finally fell down her eyes, she threw a single white rose. She knew she had to say goodbye.
"You're home now, babe. Just remember that I will always love you."
The road back home is shorter than you know...
A/N: Drag racing is an extremely dangerous and illegal hobby, and I am not trying to be preachy or anything. I know what its like to lose someone you love because of it, and I hope that none of you will experience it.