*Hunter’s POV*

I look out the window. The sky is gray. It’s raining. It’s steady like a waterfall. I walk away and stare at a picture on the coffee table. It’s a picture of Shane and me. Shane, the love of my life, my dearest lover. You made me complete… and now you are gone. I miss you so much. I still can’t believe you left me without saying goodbye.

I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

A ton of memories start to flow through my head like a waterfall flowing over a cliff… I remember our first date. Shane asked me to go out with him…I accepted and we went put the New York to eat pizza. I remember the look in his eyes-so full of life and love. We later went to a play and finally went home. We kiss and I watched him enter his house. I left and came into my own house. A few days later, he called and we talked long into the night. He was very interested in me and I was too.

We went out three days later. He took me to dinner at a very expensive Italian restaurant in north Greenwich. The food was delicious; I never had anything so good. We shared dessert and he paid the check. I was surprised when we came back to his house and asked me to come in. It was everything I guessed it would me. Expensive sculptures, paintings decorated the living room. It was the things that you expect to see in the heir apparent house. I was in awe. I never expected anything like that. I followed him up to his bedroom. We made love that night. It was hot; our first time. He liked it very much and we did it the next time we were on a date.

He liked me fucking him, fast and hard, he always liked that. Sucking on his cock was wonderful; he tasted sweet. He couldn’t get enough of it…he begged for more…

Remember the good times we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first saw you smiling in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one

We went out a lot after that. I think he liked the sex. He told me that I was good lover. We fucked everywhere. The car. The shower. His office and every other place that you can think of. He looked so handsome after his orgasm. Cheeks flushed. Sweat glistening off his body. His hair damp, sitting nicely on his head. His eyes glittering with love. He looked so hot. I miss him. I walk out on the patio and watch the sunset. I remember the two of us used to sit down and watch the sun set every day. The pretty pastel colors; pink, orange, red, so beautiful like him. I walk back in as night began. I fix myself a glass of Scotch and started to drink. I look at a picture of Shane and me. It was taken at the beach. Both of us were in swim trunks and we played around for hours in the water until we were tired. Poor Shane. I bet our breakup was hard on you. I miss you so much. Why don’t you come back to me, Shane…Please?

I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I just sit there, drinking my Scotch, soaking my heartbreak in alcohol. I miss you, baby. I want you back.

I’m so tired that I can’t sleep
Standing on the edge of something much too deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard

*Shane’s POV*

A whole year, Hunter and I dated for a year before we broke up. We had a lot of fights but not like the one we had that day. He let it slip that he had been seeing Kurt Angle behind my back. I felt hot tears well up in my eyes and yelled at him to get out of my house and out of my life. He tried to argue but I told him to shut up and he left. I didn’t watch him leave. That night I threw a framed picture if us against the wall. The glass shattered and the frame broke in a thousand pieces. I left it there. I walked to my study and opened a desk drawer. I grab a bottle of brandy. I twist off the cap and took a long drink. It burned down my throat a little and warmed my belly. I drank in my sorrow and pain that night.

I woke up the next morning with a monstrous hangover. I stayed home all day, getting over it. I ignored the phone calls. Dad. Mom. Stephanie three times. Hunter called several times but I didn’t answer it. He cheated on me with the Olympic Hero. I couldn’t ever forgive him for that.

But I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I’m so afraid to love you, but more afraid to lose
Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had,
Oh you gave me light

Getting over the next few days, even months were hard. Everywhere I went, a memory would pop up about us. Our first date; the first time we had sex. The presents. I threw them all away after we broke up. Dad told me I could have a few weeks off if I wanted to and I did.

I stayed at home, watching TV and movies. I jogged a little at the park. I saw Stephanie and Lita there. Steph waved and I walked over to them.

“Hey, Shane. How are you?” she asked.

“I’m doing fine.” I looked at her and then Lita. Their relationship was doing well unlike mine.

“Hi, Shane.” Lita said. “Sorry to hear you and Hunter broke up.”

“Yeah.”

“See you Shane.” Stephanie said.

I jogged away. I could hear her whispering something to Lita but I was too far away to hear what she said. I jogged back home. I drank some orange juice and took a quick shower. I sat down in my recliner and watched more TV.

A few days passed and I grew tired of staying home. I decided to go back to work…

And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I walked backstage at RAW. The WWF was in Cleveland. I had taken two weeks off for personal reasons and I was now back. Several superstars greeted me back; Jeff Hardy, Rock, Jericho. I didn’t see Hunter or Kurt. They were in Hunter’s dressing room, talking, maybe kissing or whatever.

I didn’t care anymore. I was over him. I walked into my office and shut the door behind me. I saw an envelope on my desk. It was addressed to me. I slowly opened it. It was a letter from Hunter. It was really long; five pages. I read it and by the time I finished I was crying. He wrote in the letter that he hoped that we would become friends and that he was sorry for what he did to me.

He was happy with his relationship with Kurt He had moved on and now it was my turn. I still loved you, Hunter. I do.

And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Weep not for the memories

THE END