A raven hangs by the corner of a hospital hall with a crease between her brows as she watches an Irish man dwell in front of Rebecca Quin's door way.

A reaper closely wraps a hand around his companion's dainty wrist, pulling on it with the up most urgency to leave.

No mortal soul would ever believe that Seth Rollins could stoop so low as to beg, but right besides Paige — he was nothing but a needy peasant and she, a divine goddess.

"He'll be fine." Rollins coaxes as Paige frowns, watching Fergal pace back and forth.

The Demon King enters the room, bringing the raven to smile until Finn's body comes bolting out the door with a look of such intensity that even Nakamura stands back, equally puzzled by the state of his friend

"Are you hurt?" Shinsuke questions, following behind an exasperated demon. With the curiosity eating her alive, Paige strides away from Rollins and enters Becky's room.

With the scene before her, the young Brit comprehends what had Fergal so tarnished and bewildered. Besides Becky lays Ambrose, his fingers intertwined with one of Lynch's fingers as her other hand is strategically across his chest.

Furious, the Brit wipes the smirk off Dean's "resting" face when she grabs his arm and wildly pulls the psycho away from her one true best friend. With Rebecca in a deep sleep, her rest goes by undisturbed as Ambrose comes face to face with Paige, bothered.

The rage within him is so intense that at seeing the sight, Rollins fears for his raven. The Master Mind knows that Dean would never hurt Paige, but he also knows that Ambrose is unstable.

Seth stands by the door way, unnoticed as Dean continues to glare at Paige, the Brit equally furious. Rollins knows that Paige is more than capable of handling herself in any altercation, but at the thought of both his pressure points colliding in battle, Seth intervenes.

Both the dark eyed goth and blue eyed lunatic hold a special spot in his cold heart, and for that, he can't let either twisted entity tear each other apart.

Sparing Rebecca of any misery, Rollins intervenes by pulling both Saraya and Jon out of the room like misbehaved little children.

"Stop it!" Rollins shouts as Ambrose and Paige spit insults against one another, their words loudly resonating near Seth's ears. Like the glue to a dysfunctional family, Rollins bats both their hands away. "Stop hitting each other!"

"She started it!" Ambrose childishly bickers, losing the battle when Saraya head butts the Lunatic Fringe so harshly that she rocks back, leaning against the wall with a groan.

Dean touches his bloodied up nose, looking up at the goth as Paige looks down at Ambrose, a hand on her forehead that's been slightly cut open above the hairline.

Out of such violence, only two twisted souls as themselves can find admiration and respect in their draw of blood. "You want Rebecca, you make damn sure you treat her like gold, other wise I'll break your neck if you ever take advantage of her like that ever again."

Paige spits out, getting the final words and hit (or so she thought) as she childishly stomps on Ambrose on her way past him. No stranger to retaliation, Dean pulls on her left leg and abruptly brings the raven off her pedestal when her body hits the ground. "Like you'd know anything about a love so pure." Ambrose spits, evening out the battle as he walks away not a winner or a loser, but a wild card.

"I'm fine!" The goth shouts, scorning an aiding Rollins as she runs down the halls to find a grieving demon. Within a short amount of time, Paige circles around the hospital twice, never having found Fergal.

"Give it up." Seth sighs, worn out by just following. "You don't give up on love." Paige responds, brushing past Rollins as he looks up at the ceiling wondering how much easier his life could be if he could truly once and for all kill all his emotions for such a complicated, messy human being as Saraya Jade Bevis is.

Bordering on defeat, Paige finds herself in Becky's door with exhaustion. Her body leans against the door for support, and that's exactly when she picks up the heavy Irish accents exchanging words.

Quietly, Rollins walks closer and closer towards Paige until he can feel the warmness radiating off of her pale body. Standing still, both complicated souls listen to Fergal and Rebecca's conversation.

"You sure you're okay?" Fergal questions, his voice soft and warm. A few seconds pass before Rebecca's voice can be heard. "Is that really why you're here?"

In comparison to Fergal, her tone is cold and hate filled. "What else would I be here for?" He asks, his voice still low but now sporting hurt. "To gloat on my crash. You always gloated that without you, I'd be nothing ... so congratulations Fergal, you were right. I tried thinking I could do this on my own, and look at me now." Rebecca cynically laughs as even hearts so cold as Rollins's and Paige's turn to look at one another with remorse.

Rebecca sits in bed astonished by her own words, and even more ashamed of how vile she could be as her eyes glanced at a tarnished Fergal Devitt.

The demons she slayed, taking Fergal right down with them.

Fergal Devitt may have made Becky Lynch, but Rebecca Quin destroyed Fergal Devitt.

"This isn't your fault, but"

"This isn't my fault either."

Fergal whispers as he holds onto the last remains of his diginity. If it were years back and the two were but young adolescents, he'd gladly take all the blame just to spare her of any guilt.

Yet the years have gone by and with traveling the word, Fergal has learned more about himself away from Rebecca than with her by his side. Now face to face, her words are but a reminder of what he mustn't do, and that's take the blame that's eaten him alive for years.

For years he let the Irish Lass blame him of a night so full of nightmare because to his beating heart, he could not fathom the pain of losing a child. The father he was, but little clue did he have about what it felt like to carry a child for nine long months.

He was man, and as a grown adult, Fergal finally lets go of what he loves the most. In holding on for so long, a relationship become more volatile. Their friendship even rusted and now remained nothing but a rivalry to tear each other apart.

Far gone Rebecca was from her true self, and Fergal could see that. If he's learned anything in his life is that in trying to pull someone out of a fire, the burn isn't worth it. Only the lost should feel their burn to find themselves all over again.

"I hope,
"I wish nothing but the b—

Before Fergal can finish his heartfelt condolescnes for what feels like the death of his once true soul mate, the new Rebecca lashes out with nothing but verbal brutality.

"Get out of here.
Gloat in knowing that I'll always need you,
but right now,
I don't want you.
You weren't there when I needed you—

"Stop!" Fergal shouts, tired of the same accusations fired his way. It takes everything inside the Irish man to not confess about the truths of that night, but as he distances himself away from Rebecca, the restraint is under his control.

To tell her could rid him of guilt, but such a confession would admit that Rebecca had been wrong in accusing him all along. Even if she didn't know the whole story when lashing out such horrible blame, Fergal could not destroy her once again.

In always keeping tabs on Rebecca with no secrecy, he played a key component to building a weakness within her. The Irish Lass Kicker knew that no matter how bad her errors, a shadow from the past would always somehow be there to clean up the mess.

Rollins glances between the door and Paige, drawing strong parallels between both European women as Rebecca continues insulting Fergal all the while he remains quiet.

As Rebecca fires away all her bullets, Fergal only stands closer to the door with his head hung low. To pray that a bullet wouldn't hit him would be pointless because on the inside — he's already a bleeding and broken mess.

Fergal places his hand on the door handle, turning the knob only to be rendered crippled by Becky's words, "If you leave, you're dead to me."

He pulls the door slightly open, ready to step away as her words now speak with a completely different tone, polar opposite emotions conveyed as Becky's voice comes in raspy and wobbly. "Please don't leave me."

Had Rebecca still been the young indecisive girl he met, he'd know that in a way, she was playing mind games. This time around however, Fergal merely stares at a stranger with true need of company.

But deep down inside, Fergal knows that he's not the right company for such a far-gone vision of the woman in bed, broken yet sinister.

From the outside, Rollins and Paige abide all rules of privacy and lean in closer to the door— Paige's cheek lightly touching the wooden door and Rollins's chest leaning against the back of the Brit's marble flesh.

As Rollins glances at Fergal, the truth is plain to see. No matter how twisted things could seem, Fergal always intended the best for Rebecca. Whether catching up on old times as the souls they once met or the ones they transformed to in the ring, the Irish Man always had the Irish Lass's best interest.

Fergal's true motives went by unnoticed, and as someone whose intentions are always misinterpreted by his one true soul mate, Rollins can understand.

Seth glances down at Paige, knowing that Fergal is about to do is something he should learn to do as well.

It's only a matter of time before Paige and him tear each other apart the way Fergal and Rebecca have, time after time.

"I'm not walking away,
I'm letting you go."

The door opens and dark eyes lay upon an Irish Man who can't even be bothered to confront each eavesdropping soul. Fergal brushes past between the two, splitting them apart and stopping only to scowl at Rollins with words of advice.

"End your pain,
end her misery,
let go."

Seth feels his skin crawl as Fergal walks away, the Irish Man having detected Rollins's thoughts and worries without any struggles. Paige glances at Seth, knowing that their time of bliss is up. Their time of doom is present, and their departure is the most painful kind.

It's not the kind of departure where one person gets the last word and the other remains silent. It's the kind of good-bye where neither soul speaks a single word and instead just drift apart without ever explaining why, but they know why.

There is too much collateral damage in between and to not even know where to begin is the worst punishment. Seth blinks a tear out, breathing in deeply as Paige only exhales the air he breathes and slips inside Rebecca's room, heart broken.

No words exchanged, no hug, nothing— it's the worst kind of end to something that once meant so much to them.

From her bed, Rebecca glances at Paige with confusion until the tears rushing down the Brit's cheeks remind the Irish Lass of her own emotions. Paige's hand flies to her chest as her breath comes in unsteady, feeling as if a fragment of her heart has just been stripped of all memories she once cherished as beautiful.

Rebecca watches in silence, understanding how someone can feel out of breath when the person they most want has just slipped out of their hands and lives for what feels like, a unknown period of time.

That's the worse. If someone left forever, then you'd know to stop hoping. But when someone is still alive, no matter how chaotic the departure , you always cling onto hope, and holding out for hope is the most dangerous thing in the world.

It'll either kill you, or keep you alive.

Either way, it leaves you feeling dead inside. "Seth's gone?" Rebecca asks, knowing how the golden boy of the company has left his friend with nothing but despair after allowing her hopes to grow high.

"They're gone."

Paige murmurs, her lower lip quivering as the tears kick in harder. A shiver runs through Becky's spine, finally feeling the effects of breaking her and his heart all together.

A wreckage to love she's become, but with Saraya crumbled beneath the door way, Becky knows that despite all her flaws, there is always one thing she's good at.

Like a good friend, Rebecca takes in Saraya like a small raven, opening her arms up and allowing the younger soul to lay down besides her in the small hospital bed.

Many times before they'd lay beside one another unable to sleep as they giggled all through the night. The two were an inseparable duo, breaking hearts everywhere.

Now it was their hearts that were broken, and together they cried until their bodies gave into insomnia.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

My peeps, I've missed you all dearly. School's been hectic but I finally found some time to update this story. I want to thank you all so much for all the support. It honestly means the world to me + helps me grow as a writer.

Although this story will heavily revolve around supporting characters, I will admit that I got sidetracked with lots of Saige. As of this chapter, all of that Saige stuff will come to and end (as Rollins walked away from Paige here), but they will still be present in the story. Next up to build is Styles + Ambrose, maybe Nakamura and a few familiar souls to the Bullet Club.

- There's a reason Fergal didn't tell Bex he was actually there that night,
you'll eventually find out why (with more details than given here).

For now, I'm done with the drama (even though i love it) and will focus more on matches + Becky's time in Smack Down ,etc.

QUESTION: CAN ROLLINS BE TRUSTED?

x o , v i o l e t .