Have you ever met talkative person?

What do you hear when they stop talking?

Silence.

Have you ever met a person who's smile is like sunshine? An annoying sunshine, but none the less, sunshine?

But when they cry, what did their tears resemble?

Rain.

Silence and Rain.

That's all that's happened for the past two days.

Silence and rain.

No one talked and everyone cried.

Silence and Rain.

It was quite in my hotel room besides the noises of the nonstop thunderstorm that has been happening for the past few days. That, along with Roman's slight tossing and turning in the bed because all the man did during his time off was sleep.

Raw was a mess on Monday and Smackdown was no better.

The high aboves decided to cancel the rest of the live shows for the week because almost everyone was in no shape to perform after the sudden news about Brie.

I wasn't really affected. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was a tragic, senseless act that took a life too soon.

But life's tragic.

Maybe I wasn't all emotional because I didn't know Brie too well. She was friends with almost everybody, and was probably a real sweet person, but the most we had interracted was the day she slapped me in the hallway. But I don't stamp any hard feelings on that action. She was trying to protect her sister.

Her sister.

Nikki was... I don't know... she wasnt smiling...

It's a change I guess...

The last time I spoke to her was Monday Night out on the balcony. Tears steadily flowing as we sat in sikence.

Silence and rain.

I remember as we sat a slight drizzle began, but we didn't move, we didnt speak. We sat there, hand and hand in silence,  water coating our skin, hair, clothes.

It was one of those early moring showers, the one where the moon still shines through and the rain falls from the sky. Not a cloud in the sky, yet rain. A small downpour, yet moonlight.

Rain and moonlight.

It gave me an feeling of uncertainty. 

Uncertain answers.

Uncertain feelings.

But then I glanced at her.

Her hair was in wet, stringy strands that flowed over the shoulders of my jacket she wore. Her face costed in a light sheet of rain, eyes closed, and a small, almost unnoticeable smile tugging at her lips.

She looked content. Calm. At ease. Peaceful.

Then she spoke.

"Brie loved rain. Nature. Outdoor."

Then it was gone.

The tears flowed again, her body shook when she took a deep breath to calm herself.

The very mention of her sister was enough to trigger an emotion inside of her.

She was just as unstable as everyone claimed I was, but handled it in a different manner.

I understood it though.

Most people labled 'unstable' with crazy, but it was really the inability to handle your emotions.

She couldn't handle hers.

I couldn't handle mine.

I guess we can relate on something now...

I groan as I found myself thinking of her once again. She never left my mind in hatse. She lingered, and even when I thought she'd left, she was still there.

I find myself rising from my bed to strech as the thunder roared.

My eyes land on Roman was still fast asleep, then sigh before grabbing his bag and setting out his daily medicine. Throwing out the ones his doctor prescribed, but I never let him comsume,

Roman really couldn't live without me right now...

But he was going to have too... for a few days that is.

Without there being any live shows, I decided to head home for a few days. I needed time to myself, and while he tried to convince me that he would be fine, I still worried.

I head out tomorrow afternoon, and it seemed like such a short time away even though it was 2 in the morning.

Maybe because it felt such a short time frame for me to go see Nikki... I did want to see her before I took off, but I didn't have time.

She had the funeral tomorrow morning, so speaking to her then was out of the option.

But.. I did have right now...

'But its early...' I tried to convince myself as I walked towards the door, then out of the room, 'what if Johns with her? Maybe she didn't want to talk right now?'

All while my mind was speaking, my feet were steadily moving in the direction of her room.

Room 1256, I remember seeing her enter the room earlier that day. I remember her unlocking the door silently, then entering the room without a glance my direction.

I stopped at the said door and simply stared at it.

The game of 'do it, dont do it' playing in my head as I gave the door three raps.

It was silent for a moment, and I assumed she was sleep. And should I be surprised? No, because it was 2 in the morning.

After waiting a while more, I give a small sigh, and begin to turn and leave, but the sound of the door opening stopped me.

"Dean?"