P/N --> player's name ; P/N/N--> player's nickname ; P/F/M--> player's full name.
This was actually written for one actor, but I changed his name to P/N and decided to post it:) Also, I would recommend you to listen My Immortal by Evanescence while reading. I listened to it and well, I cried hard.
She never expected her life to take such turn when she got the call in the middle of the night. When the voice introduced himself as a police officer, her heart stopped for a second and she couldn't figure out what could've been wrong.
"Are you P/N's fiancée?"
"Y-Yes," her whisper was barely louder than silence and she started to feel her heart breaking. When the officer told her the sad news that her fiancé died in a car crash she didn't believe it. She wanted proof to believe it. And she got it when he described P/N's car perfectly. Still, the thought of her beloved boyfriend dead seemed unreal. He couldn't be dead. He played hockey, he was strong.
"His car is damaged. He was dead on spot."
"No, no, no, please. He can't be dead, please! Not P/N!"
"I am so sorry, miss, there was nothing we could do. I will just have to ask you to come to morgue to make sure it's your fiancé."
"Wh-When?" she sobbed and unintentionally rubbed her tummy. Tonight she was planning to tell him she was expecting his first child. Their first child.
"Whenever you are ready, miss."
The next day she listens to her footsteps as she walks down the hall towards the morgue. Deep inside she knows. She knows he will never come back to her and her unborn child. She knows that he is gone and no matter how hard she tries to deny that, he won't come back. She will never feel his strong arms hugging her securely and soothing touch of his palm on her hand when she was nervous. She will never hear his voice again, his laugh and she will never see his gorgeous eyes. It has all been taken away from her.
She is taken to identify the body and when she sees her beloved laying lifelessly on a cold steel table, she breaks. Her knees hit the floor as she collides next to his corpse or what is left of it. If it wasn't for his promise ring, she would hardly recognize what has remained of a man she loved, and still does love, with all her heart and soul. Her slender cold fingers grab what has left of his wrists and she leans head on a steely surface, right next to his chest.
"P/N, please, please, come back to me. P/N, I can't do this. Not without you."
"Miss, is that P/F/N?"
She looks up at the pathologist and nods her head before bursting into unstoppable tears once again.
Barely a week later his urn is placed into a grave. The funeral itself is small and simple, just he would like it. She stands by the grave, tears streaming down her cheeks as she accepts condolences and words of support from everyone. For a seconds she has a feeling he is right next to her, grinning and holding her shoulder, but once again she realizes, he is gone. As the funeral is over, she returns to their apartment and breaks into tears that will not be easily stopped. She remembers how she held his hand when he was injured, how they spent the whole night up whenever one of them was being worried about something, how he held her when she woke up from her nightmare, screaming and crying. The place seems quiet, too quiet, even though his presence can still be felt in the tiny apartment. She falls asleep in tears, hugging his jersey he got years ago when he was playing for his university.
She wakes up in the middle of the night, calling his name and stretching her arm to reach him, but he is not next to her. It takes a while for her to realize he is not there, not anymore. That he will never be around. Only in memory, she will keep him alive.
Months later she gives a birth to a baby boy and she names him P/N Jr. And there are nights when she just wants to swallow sleeping pills and close her eyes forever. Maybe in that way she could join the man who left her and their baby before he was even born. But their son keeps her sane. Even though she sees P/N/N in every single feature the baby has, he keeps her sane. And she couldn't let the only thing P/N left behind parentless.
