Go On

Probably Wouldn't be this Way

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"Lance, are you sure Rhiannon's okay?" John Cena-Orton mumbled, speaking into his cellphone. He was trying to navigate his way through the unfamiliar streets of St. Louis.

"She's fine. In fact, she's doing her homework. Want to talk to her?"

"No thank you. I'll call her later,"

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to find the cemetery. After I see him, I'm flying to New York. There's something I want to see,"

"Are you crying?"

"Of course not," John's voice dropped. He WAS crying. Lance couldn't know that, though.

"Whatever you say, John,"

"It hurts," he murmured, turning into the cemetery. "I gave him nine years of my life. I loved him. Why did he have to die? Why?"

"We always wonder why God allows us to meet our soulmate, only to have them taken away. I wonder every day why God allowed me to fall in love with Darrin, only to have to watch him suffer a terrible fate,"

"I'll call you from the airport,"

"Bye," Lance hung up.

Five years, he's been gone five years. I thought we'd be together forever, he thought, glancing down at his commitment ring. The simple silver band hadn't left his hand since their commitment ceremony over ten years ago.

I, John, take thee Randall forever and for always. Our life will be bonded as one for all eternity.

I, Randall, take thee John forever and for always. Our life will be bonded as one for all eternity.

Wind began to blow through tree branches, causing them to snap softly. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked. John was confused. How could a place be so loud and yet so quiet? It didn't seem possible.

Randy had always been there. Two vastly different people, they had managed to intertwine their lifestyles to form a loving and lasting bond.

Randy had been the more feminine emotional man. John had been the masculine 'I could care less about my nails' man.

Yet, despite their differences, they had loved each other.

"Hey, Rand," John murmured, gently tracing the engraved lettering with his index finger. "I miss you so much, Babe. You wouldn't recognize Rhiannon. She's about five foot six, tall. She's turning into such a beautiful young woman. Her hair is SO long. Last time I saw her, which was yesterday, it's down past her bottom. She braids it every day. I'd let her cut it but she doesn't want to,"

A young couple passed him. John could feel their eyes drilling into him. They thought he was crazy. Who were they visiting? Why was it so strange to see him talking to his deceased husband? What was so weird about that?

"Rhiannon hasn't forgotten you. Lance and I made sure of that. We talk about you every chance we get," he said.

"Rand, I have a confession,"

The wind blew harder. John took it as a sign that Randy was there and listening.

"I think I'm falling for Lance. He's been there for five years. Everytime I needed him, he was there." he murmured. A branch snapped off. John took it as another sign.

A man approached the grave. From a distance, John wasn't sure who it was. As the man got closer, John realized it was none other than Bob Orton.

"John?" the older man asked, baffled. John closed his eyes. Bob was thirty years older than Randy, which meant the man was sixty-four, going on sixty-five. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting Randy. I do it every year around his birthday. I've never been here on his birthday, though because of Rhiannon," he replied. Bob looked at him.

"What do you mean?" he asked. John sighed, realizing Bob had no clue what he was talking about.

"Our daughter, Rhiannon shares his birthday," he said. "She was born on his twenty-fifth birthday at nine-seventeen AM,"

"I would love to meet her," Bob commented. John nodded, knowing it would never happen. Bob couldn't be bothered with her when Randy was alive. Why should he bother with Bob Orton now?

Then, he realized he was no better than Bob Orton. He was his daughter's grandfather. If he wanted to start a relationship with Rhiannon, John wouldn't hold him back.

"Maybe we could arrange something," John murmured. He sighed, kneeling before the grave. " Bye, Rand," He kissed his St. Joseph medallion. It hadn't left his neck since Trish had given it to him almost ten years ago.

Then, he walked towards his car, bidding silent good-bye to Bob.

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This is chapter 1 of the final in the Sand and Water trilogy is up! I hope you enjoy this story as much as you've enjoyed the other two.

JenLea

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