b e l l a m y ;

Scraps of Florida's sun graces a man's features through the window, forming an unfrequent type of warmth on those frackles he despised half of his life.

Until a certain unexpected and bewitching light came along, erasing each and every one of his  certainties on the world surrounding them, ultimately re-writting in colorful letters three meaningful words : faith, love and forgiveness.

In the end the sole sentiment he succeeded in carrying through dark and troubling times is the first one, holding tight to the freil flame of hope still burning bright on the inside of his empty entity.

Bellamy catches himself tapping his fingers on the sides of the medics' table, wishing that it may ease his irritation, patience being an unknown virtue to his knowledge as he remains forced to stand still.

The official head doctor of the NXT brand summoned him early in the morning, sparking a semblance of fear in his usually peaceful mind - most likely skilled at blocking destructive emotions out - and ultimately leaving him waiting for what already seems to be hours.

On his way to the building two things rapidly drawn his attention : the first's the drastic contrast the weather prove to be comparing to his original location.

The novembers he used to have in France were way colder, the memory traveling him back to his cherished childhood, brie fragments of more innocent times gently lighting a spark in his dark, dead eyes.

The ones he's spent wondering why rain had such a strange taste while softly crashing on his small tongue.

Or if he were to climb on the highest pick of the tallest tree, would he be able to touch the stars ?

The grown up man that he managed to become recalls he has always been a dreamy type of person, the kind that constantly envisions a better version of what is offered before their very eyes.

His undying and vivid imagination had twisted and turned the most insignificant view into something suddenly wonderful, an habit that effortlessly helped elevate his carreer.

The second thing's the burning passion the wrestlers hopeful were already showing at barely 6am, today's try-out apparently containing talents and possible rivals from what he could subtly oversee.

One of too often times hidden from most's view, a shy curve extends his dry lips provoking a slight cut to their side, as if he were some type of divinity just awaken and haven't had the occasion to smile in centuries.

A manly silhouette slid into his brain as Bell recalls what a delight his actual try-out was, the instant a determined stare crossed his killer instinct's one, immediately recognizing one of the handful people he would refer to as "family".

As they casually embraced one another, eager to close the unnecessary distance, they prove to become even more excited when coaches decided to pair them up for the simulated matches, rekindling two old friends' undoubtful chemistry.

They hit the finish line of one gruelling training session, forcing them to dig deep within their souls, even raising the frequently banned "easy way out possibility". Yet both regained a characteristic boldness thanks to the fire resting in each other's eyes, defying their own boundaries.

Just like they used to push each other to the absolute limits back in their independent scene's days, tearing down every shows their names would be printed on, forever earning a spot in the legacy of New Japan Pro Wrestling.

Following Carmella's departure, he turned into a lost ghost chasing after its past reason to live but once he encountered that special wrestler three years prior, he found himself a new and lasting focal point.

A devilish spark suddenly appears to the corner of his tired eyes at the thought they may meet again in the middle of their favorite home : the squared circle.

Unfortunately his lively expectations regarding all the crazy stipulations they could add to their upcoming matches come to an end the second a not so familiar yet already unpleasant tone knocks him out of his cloud.

"As I explained to you on the phone, we noticed a concerning area in your right shoulder.

That is the reason why we requested further tests and I just received the results yesterday." The doctor wastes time by going over useless details, boring Bellamy even more in the process as he was so wrongly sure he couldn't hit a lower point of entertainment.

Either he's good to go, either he isn't and although the second answer wouldn't even come close to be an option in his obstinate mind, he simply prays for the silhouette facing him to finally disappear.

His wish occurs but leaves him speechless, uncapable of quite coping with the crushing news that has just so nonchalantly been thrown at him.

Bell's features would constantly remain neutral but the extent of his emotions would easily be read through diverting eyes, the pain laced deep inside offering to his gaze a small amount of vulnerability, the rest of his figure refusing to give in to the sorrow, hatred or remorses.

The person before him obviously remains careless in front of a shocked and disconcerted man, the sound of his breath becoming uneven not even alarming him one bit.

"Dangerous moves may offer you a certain thrill but it may also close the book of your carreer, you should think about that next time." Instead his haughty and monotone voice proceeds to lecture him, most likely foreign to the concept of "veteran" let alone to the "risky style" one.

It is true that, more often times than he would like to admit, people in the back used to admit some of his horrifying landings and thoughtless moves left them biting their nails, blinking a couple of times to make sure he was still alive.

They never could wrap their head around the crucial tool's power resting deep within him, allowing him to suck up the pain thanks to an undying show of heart, making up his body's weakness by his spirit's unswerving resiliency.

Exactly like he used to shrug off other wrestlers' remarks, the homily eventually fades away as if coming from a far away galaxy.

Now certain that his presence is no longer requested in the room, Bellamy unceremoniously cuts the speech off, indifferently brushing past the doc before heading toward his locker.

He doesn't even take the trouble to grant with the slightest attention the multiple silhouettes preventing him from moving forward faster, while he once again loses himself into the frenzy of his dilemma : either pilling up toxic emotions or allowing himself a long overdue crisis.

He roughly passes his hand over his tense up and worn out face, trying his best to pacify the hurricane raging inside with the self-control he's learnt to protect himself with.

The ghost of his past reckless behavior could very well sign the end of his shorten journey, not even able to confront the cherished light that escaped from his reach three years prior, but either way he should accept his faith.

After all it is indeed the sole thing he still believes in, five stupid little letters washing away each of his wounds and scars : f a i t h.

c a r m e l l a ;

The vigorous and youthful woman often times linkened her most valuable friendships to a newly discovered and magnificent planet.

Each bond would not only add a touch of a previously unknown color to her brightful heart but it'd also extend a little further the galaxy she cherished more than anything else in the universe.

She, on the other side, would be an aged yet powerful satellite rotating on herself, allowing to reach an heavenly view unmatchable otherwise.

Carmella could prove to appear selfless and sometimes clueless about the world surrounding her, but mistaking her for a fool who would only be interested in people's beautiful packaging would be ridiculous.

She indeed constantly was interested in the broken souls, rapidly developing a soft spot for them as well as a consuming desire to travel countless miles in order to gather the right pieces before putting them back together.

She portrayed herself as the Savior of the hopeless ones, but therefore who would come to her aid and save the Savior from her own torments ?

None other than an even brighter star, itself rotating around other planets in hope to stumble upon an apparently well-rested and flawless entity, healing their hidden scars by the warmth of her touch.

Bayley is part of this rare kind, those able to spot the good on the surface as well as the sadness drown under a deceiving yet beaming smile.

From day one she effortlessly comprehended that Carmella would never even think about sharing a glimpse of her darkness with anyone, too concerned her burden could be transferred to another pure soul - she'd never pardon herself for such a mistake.

Instead the brunette and ultimate sunshine of the brand, its yellow color usually explained by the wrestlers as they'd compare it to the rays exuding out of her, decided to look after her lively friend and, if a breach were ever to be shown, she'd devote herself to patch it up as cautiously as she could.

Both their eyes shine bright from the pride easily taking over as they're captivated by the success of two of their own, NXT's family members supporting each other's achievements being nothing but a legend.

While they happily shout Cass and Enzo's entrance speech in rythm, they almost tear up as they realize they'll most likely never get the chance to rejoin them just like they used to do in numerous live events - the freedom offered to them allowing Bayley to be introduced as "precious as hell" by Amore himself.

Although joy invades a huge piece of her loving heart, her boys' call-up to the main roster sadly left her a bittersweet taste. On one hand Carm will forever remain their number one supporter, gushing over their impressive promos' skills or phenomenal boots' sellings.

But on the other hand, she'll surely miss the hilarious lunches she used to share with them, quickly remembering how badly they cracked her up as they ended up talking about pee and farts on a random dinner.

Or how Cassidy would ultimately grow tired of listening to his best friend's nonsensical punchlines, catching hours of sleep he much needed in catering while barely nodding to pretend he was keeping up.

In the end he'd assure to everyone that even though his eyes were entirely closed the whole time, he wouldn't dare miss any of Enzo's "pieces of art", taking offense anyone would cast doubt upon that fact.

Even though a part of her will feel lost for a little while, she's aware that she still can confide in Bayley, their bond so special it constantly puts the brightest smile to the side of her already blazing face.

But as she witnesses shades of her heartbreaking past emerging before her very eyes, the usual happiness she always carries around with her, lighting up every single place she steps foot in, vanishes away.

In a blink of an eye it is replaced by a frightened stare while Carmella struggles to swallow the tears urging to drip down her soft cheeks.

All kind of emotions travel her body as she fears it could be an hallucination, her mind reminding her that she still holds pieces of h i s heart in her bare hands, such an elegant and refined persona ironically being the author of the massacre.

Flashbacks of a scene she tried her hardest to forget barge in, most of the times shutting it down each time his name would randomly hit her brain, except today his flesh and blood abruptly made an unrequested appearance.

She finds herself unable to clear up her mind and, as she's slowly forced to battle in order to snap out of her phase, her friend literally has to scream right in her ears to bring her back to reality - or is it already and she just can't accept h e is here ?

"You saw a ghost ?" Bayley playfully asks after slightly pushing the headband resting upon Carmella's perfect curls.

She answers the rhetorical question by a sincere laughter, trying her best to cover up her truly confused state as it is easy to see the current women's champion is unused to come accross such a pale and quiet self proclamed "princess of Staten Island".

The truth is the sole princess she's ever been is the one ruling Bellamy's kingdom, itself filled with his heart, soul and endless loyalty.

In the end all she ever did was to wreck the land she looked upon on, ultimately deserting it and surely abandoning a sorrowful man behind.

A fake bliss graces her heavenly features while on the inside, she's practically about to break her own oath, offering her fragility to the whole world to see.

Erasing the promise she made to the nine year old version of herself, swearing up and down that even though her parents had just divorced, she would keep every inch of sadness locked deep within.

She'd perpetually put on a grin anytime her younger sister would ask "where did daddy go ?", wrapping the innocent being with her reassuring arms.

Altough Carmella eventually realized that she most likely hurt Bellamy beyond repair, she used to comfort herself by imagining he found someone new, someone actually deserving of his gentle soul.

Her initial intention has never been to break him but if she were to face the torturous dilemma all over again, her back against the wall and her heart fighting against her brain, she knows deep down that she would act the exact same way - he may be damaged but at least she protected him from complete extinction.

The ghost of her past heartbreaking decision may very well sign the end of her peaceful life, turning it upside-down just like she inadvertedly did with his heart three years ago.

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+Who's that mysterious friend Bellamy was glad to find back at the try-outs ?

+To what extent does his injury incapacitates him ?

+What are the true reasons of Carmella's abandon ?

I finally wrote the first chapter and the reason why it took so long for it to be posted is : I first wanted to end G+G and then focus on cloud upon love, basically because the vibe + story is clearly opposite.

I said you'd probably hate me by chapter one ? Yep, Bell's shoulder condition "discovery" right there. I purposely didn't explain if it's a carreer threatening injury or not because I'm a bitch and love to play with your little hearts but what are you guesses on that ?

ps ; even though the story begins in november 2015 here, the set-up / card / title reigns etc. will tend to be very different.

ps² ; please pardon the typos, I was too excited to post the chapter but I swear I'll correct them asap.

Thanks a whole lot for the adorable support, I love you all my beauts. ♥