{A/N: BTW, before you guys start this chapter, you should all listen to "I Have Questions" by Camila Cabello because 1) that's the shit - and 2) everything she sings is for Seth and Ellie 110%, hands down 😭 Then, after that song, go ahead and listen to "Crying in the Club," too, cuz u might as well, hell 😂 Now, without future or due, here is the story...}

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• S E T H •

I was so angry by the time that Ellie left with Enzo and Lillie that I had began to cry. I haven't cried in such a long time, especially over an actual person. I'm not sure if I was necessarily crying over her, but I had gotten so angry that I did begin to cry.

After I had nearly drowned myself in a fit of tears, I had to take a deep breath and put my little broken pieces back together like I'm a brand new person. Yet, I'm not okay. I feel like I've been hit by a bus multiple times within one single day.

"Stop crying," I silently told myself to do, raking a hand through my dark and curly hair. "Stop crying, dammit. She's just a girl. Just another damn girl."

I knew for a fact that all of this wasn't worth it. Not the pain or the eventual suffering that I will feel. She wasn't worth the tears. She wasn't worth anything. Not anymore, at least.

Finally, I stand up and take a deep breath. I even went as far as stretching my body out far and wide. I walked up to the mirror and, below that, is a bag of my clothes.

I took my time to strip off each piece of clothing that I currently had on. Her scent was all over them and it had to be erased permanently. I can't have her on me anymore.

To replace what I just had on, I put on a dark gray CrossFit t-shirt along with short, black gym shorts. I had to sit down on the edge of the bed to put my black sneakers on and brushed my hair into a little bun.

I heard my phone buzzing beside my bed on the table, so I walked over and snatched it up, seeing the name on the screen pop. My Girl, it read and seemed to shouting at me. I pressed Decline and slipped it into the pocket of my gym shorts. Not even a split second later, it's buzzing again. And, just like last time, I ignored her.

As I gathered my things to leave, I felt my phone vibrate one last time. I rolled my eyes and shut the door behind me, walking down the hallway and to the closed elevator doors.

When the elevator doors did open and nobody was inside, I slid in and pressed the button for the lobby. That's when I decided to take out my phone to see what the last little vibrate was about, which seems to be a new voicemail from her.

After putting in my four-digit passcode, I waited for her voicemail. I heard take a deep breath and, through a fit of tears, she said: Hey, Seth. It's me, obviously. I'm sorry. Truly, I am. I've done horrible things in my life, but what I did to you earlier has been the worst. Because... I fell for you and I know that you fell for me, too. Somewhere in all of our drama, we fell in love through the burning passion hatred that we hold for each other deep down. And, if you never want to speak to me again, then that's fine, too. I will see you again and only smile to you in joy. Goodbye, Seth. I'm sorry. For absolutely everything."

By the time that the voicemail was over, the elevator doors had opened and I was now in the lobby. And, just like that... I was ran over again by another truck and was officially dead.

As I walked through the lobby and to the front doors of the hotel, people could've been calling my name or begging for a picture. Yet, I didn't hear or see anymore... But her. Even then, she wasn't actually there. Just the imagine of her, as if, she was a real ghost, trying to find her forever home.

Somehow, I had managed to find my way outside. At the last minute, I decided not to take my rental car to the gym. I was just going to walk there because, maybe, it would help clear my mind. However, it just made me drive myself even more mad thinking about her and her last words to me in that voicemail.

Somewhere in all of our drama, we fell in love through the burning passion hatred that we hold for each other deep down.

There was no denying that whatsoever, even if I didn't want to admit it at all. Though, even thinking about it, made me sick to my stomach. Because, in all honesty, I don't want to admit that I had possibly fallen in love with her. I don't fall in love. I have my affairs and get on with my life, but her... Not for Ellie. She was different than the rest. Well, she was supposed to be, at least.

Before I had even realized it, I was standing directly in front of the gym. Their bright ass lights shining onto the street and into my eyes, too. So bad that I was starting to regret not bringing my sunglasses with me.

I opened the door and stepped inside. Shining my internationally membership card at the clerk, she smiled and nodded, then signaled for me to come inside more. It took me a full minute to look around the place with all the people in there. There was a crowd, to be honest, with it being so late, it surprised me.

"Seth! Hey, buddy, over here!" I heard somebody shouting my name out and I nearly gave myself whiplash to see who it was. To my surprise, it was Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns, who used to be my tag-team partners and are my real life best friends.

Without hesitation, I walked on over there and greeted them with a handshake. I couldn't smile yet, though. "Hey, guys. What you doing here?"

As I could already see, though, Roman was sitting on a bench after lifting weighs. Dean most likely was spotting him. And, as Dean now reveals, that was clearly the case. "So, what about you? What's going on?" Then, he leaned closer in with a suspicious eye. "Wait a minute, dude... Have you been crying?"

Immediately, I shook my head and backed away, avoiding him. "No, of course not!"

"Then, are you high?" Roman asked, trying to sneak a peek for himself. "Man, what the hell happened to you tonight?"

Turning my back on them, I crossed my arms over my chest and scoffed: "I don't wanna talk about it..."

"Um... Dude?" Dean tapped me on the shoulder and tried to get me to turn around. Somehow, he succeeded in spinning me back around to face the two again. "What is it? We're supposed to be your best friends. You can tell us anything, y'know."

And, of course, I did know this. I wanted to tell them, but it was too soon and they wouldn't know what in the world I was talking about, either. Well, they would, but it doesn't count.

"It's nothing," I tried to tell them again. Yet, they didn't believe me whatsoever. I could tell by the look on their faces.

Just as Dean was about to open his mouth, he was rudely interrupted by the loud buzzing from my pocket. Damn, I thought to myself, gritting my teeth.

Dean suddenly grinned from ear to ear, seeing that he's finally got something on me. I was already grabbing my phone out of my pocket, but Dean was way ahead of me, snatching it right from me. "No, Dean! Wait!"

"Oh, what's this, Seth?" he taunted, holding my phone high up in the air like Mufasa did with Simba. "Who is 'My Girl'?" He hitched an eyebrow up with a flirty smile. Roman was laughing like it was all just a big joke. "Is it? Could it be? Oh, my! It's Ellie!"

"Fuck you, Ambrose," I cursed him through squinted eyes and gritted teeth. "She's not my girl anymore!"

"Then, why is she texting you right now for?!" he pressed for more information.

"I don't know!" I growled, then snatched my phone back from him. Turning my back on him, I pressed the home button to see what she had said. She wrote: Please just tell me that you're alright, Seth! You haven't went and done anything crazy, have you?!

"Is she still seeing Baron?" I heard Roman ask just as I shoved my phone back into my pocket. I shook my head as my answer. "So, as soon as she was done with him... She went to you?" I nodded this time. "And... Something happened and, now, you two aren't together anymore."

Pretty much, he was right. All except for... "We were never together, though," I testified with a heavy sigh. "She was with Baron, who is married, and broke it off with her because he wants to be with his wife again. Then, she comes to me and takes advantage of me!"

"Of you?" Dean huffed out in question. "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"That's what you would think!" I shot back at him, waving and pointing. "But, I didn't say no and she was as sober as a person can be! She wanted it and, in all honesty, I did, too!"

"Then, what?" Roman squeaked out, aching for more.

"Well, we..." I don't know why, but, now, I felt embarrassed. Yet, they knew what I meant, so I didn't have to give them all the details about it. Afterwards, I told them every little detail of what happened and they were really shocked about it all.

"She isn't...," I paused, leaning onto a machine. I lowered my eyes and sighed. "She isn't my girl anymore. She isn't anything to me anymore. We're both going to move on and get on with our lives. Eventually, I will be okay again."

"And... What about her?"

Again, I sighed and shrugged. "She'll be fine," I simply spat out before storming away.

• Should I... Should I even LEAVE a note down here? Because, guys, you need to hear it directly from yours truly... 🙄 Well, guys, a few weeks ago... I might of fell and busted my ass on concrete stairs (cuz of mud and cuz concrete stairs are my VERY best friends in the world cuz I sprang my foot once cuz of them). Well, my ass didn't hurt, so I was all like "YEAH!" 😂 Then, I realized that something was in my back pocket. It was my phone 😑 My little old iPhone 5s... What an asshole. Anyways, it had broke my fall for me, tho, basically! So, I didn't have a phone for a while until, the other day, my dad surprised me with a iPhone 6s!!! 😍 Thank you guys for being SO patient with me and I really do hope that this WELL worth the wait! 👏🏻 Until next time... All the love .xx 💚 •