_______I'm without her but it's clear that she belongs here...

Bonds could be taken for one magnificent flower's petals, aching or florishing out of outsider decisions and effects.

If they're nourished from a sincere love and mutual trust, then the plant becomes a mesmerizing object, so pure and bright that it could put a drastic end to one's torments, just by the sight of its heavenly view.

Even if the petals were to be coldly detached from the beautiful flower, you'd swear they couldn't ever lose their charm, still receiving the power of an honest yet invisible link between two individuals.

If you do not cautiously take care of it however, filling it with uneven gentle emotions for one another, it rapidly fades away.

Even if you try your best to fix the tragedy, your lack of principles and loyalty ultimately and slowly killing the soft plant, nothing could be done to repair the damages.

What about the cursed flowers, the kind that are repeatedly granted by betrayals and destroyed by white lies ?

Maybe they deserve their sad fate, karma probably punishing them for another past life's despicable actions.

But does anything and anyone ever deserves to be broken in pieces, so abruptly and frequently that they ask themselves if they're even capable of picking themselves back up anymore ?

They all knew the war in which they were engaging would be damageful, a menacing cloud following their devious silhouettes wherever they'd go.

None of them ever envisioned it to end it up like this, wrecking anything they used to hold onto when bad times would occur, the good turning into bad, the light changing into dark and their already troubled minds hung upside-down.

None, not even The Reaper himself, collecting souls for such a long time that it should have been the easiest task to foreseen such an outcome.

Except someone prevented him from imagining such things, someone special.

Someone who crept into his cursed heart, her hidden kindness and gentle touch ironically stealing his own soul.

Weeks from then, let along months away, Seth would have laughed at anyone's bringing up the unlikely theory : a fragile entity reviving his toughen up one - maybe his skin became a little too thick for anyone to penetrate it.

Now he's left admiring from a far away his savior's refuge, well aware she must be mourning the last battle's dead. Not actual corpses, just a former figure she would have sacrified everything in order to keep out of harm.

The sole fact he attempts to imagine her actual condition, connecting both their beings for a fraction of a second and emulating her suffering immediately sends a shock wave through his body, the pain too unbearable for his devious self.

If so, how could such a kind and therefore vulnerable heart survive it without a little help ?

"Why did you call me, out of all people ?" A feminine voice cuts his reflexion off, planting her deep brown eyes into Rollins' while slightly tilting her head to the side.

"I know you two have quite the history so I figured that if anyone would be able to reach through to her, it has to be you." Seth responds, although the answer's obvious to both wrestlers' knowledge.

Judging by the smirk quickly drawing to the side of her soft lips, he concludes that she only asked in order to make him inadvertedly admit that in that precise instant, he's helpless and desperately needs her aid.

"You're worried about her." The tiny female voices out, seemingfully more about to state the burning truth than to ask an actual question.

It's been an habit of hers for as long as he could remember, all back to their innocent and old NXT days, way before his rough hands even touched the gold inside of the smothering company.

He marks a pause for a short amount of time, barely nodding back at her while processing the information she just threw at him.

Most importantly, he's readying himself for what embarassing facts she may add up to her pile when it comes to his feelings for Sasha.

"Do you love her ?" As soon as the word he banished from his entire world - filled with darkness and regrets - is pronounced, he slowly frowns as if still trying to shed clarity upon his own intentions.

What he does know for sure is that she managed to revive a semblance of humanity inside of his dead and undeservable entity, the purity masked deep within her heart sparked up and showing him the path out of the frightening shadows.

Yet nothing confirms him that he'd be able to shield her from his demons' reminiscence, unfixed trust issues and disturbing bad habits.

"You flustered." She remarks while pointing at his tormented face, highly amused by the thousands of questionments she just unleashed inside of his tired brain.

The contrast between her cynical, complex and most of the times sorrowful personality and her childish character constantly impressed Rollins, unsure to comprehend how she could keep such a distance between both.

"I got this." Bayley assures once they finally arrive in front of Sasha's Boston house, astonishing the Mastermind once more by showing out of the blue abunch , one perfectly and effortlessly matching with the keyhole.

After the NXT champion carefully pushed the door which was preventing him from rescuing the only one who perpetually invaded his heart, soul and head since the first time he layed eyes upon her trembling self, Seth's prepared to rush inside before tiny fingers stop him in his track.

"Can't I help too ?" He disappointedly asks, his stare still fixed on the silhouette he can barely distinguish, cuddled up in a corner of a dark room.

"You just did." Bayley playfully winks at him in response, gently moving ahead of him and shutting the door behind.

Once again an obstacle is put in his road, blocking him from being by her side.

From tenderly rubbing her shoulder. From whispering lovely words to her ears.

From offering him wholly to her in wait she'd either build him back up or break him entirely.

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They say "music has charms to soothe the savage breast."

What if it simply revives whatever emotion you fought so hard and so long to erase from your memory, ultimately crashing upon yourself the second the matching lyrics make their path to your soul ?

"h o w l o n g will I be waiting ? Till the e n d of times.

I don't know why I'm still waiting, I can't make you m i n e"

"You suck man." He reminds to the reflection he catches glimpses of in the rear-view mirror, rolling his eyes to the sole thought Sasha's face may appear in his head anytime he'd hear a random love song.

Bayley has been gone for nearly an hour and since then, he couldn't refrain from discreetly putting on his home made pop rock compilation, the one he once meant to offer to Leighla before backing down when he realized his universe and hers were opposite.

He spent most of his teenage years playing a "silly sport" on a trampoline, later deciding to turn the backyard's passion into a rewarding job - not without receiving mocking from her part.

She grew up looking up to fierce model's confidence and elegance, aspiring to obtain a fraction of their beauty and transforming an after school hobby into a make up artist dream - not without being granted by tiresome ribbing on her adoration for the superficial world.

Seth constantly assured her that she'd be even more stunning without so many things applied on her soft skin.

She kept rambling about how many fangirls would always stop them in the streets, requesting pictures or signings.

It wasn't that she didn't love him enough nor that he didn't accept her the way she was, it was simply that they weren't meant for each other.

Nobody has ever been more of a perfect match to his devious, troubling yet caring entity than Sasha herself.

The annoying noise of a car's door quickly slamming brings him back to reality as Bayley's usual unreadable expression concerns him even more.

"She's definitely hit the bottom of life.

But with what I said to her, she should show up at work in a couple of days." An emotions' roller-coaster of utter fear and endless relief takes place in his head while he fails at hiding any bit of it.

"Did you threaten her ?" He solemnly demands, seriousness exuding out of him and his hands tighten up around the wheel.

"Everybody got their secrets, don't they ?" Bayley rheetorically asks, referring to a shady and sinful secret she stumbled upon when she spotted both the Architect and the masterpiece that's Zahra's figure, easily reading through in their flirtatious games.

"Thank you." Seth ultimately mumbles with difficulty, diverting his gaze from her playfull stare.

"Don't thank me yet because if you ever mess her up again, you're a dead man." A scary smile accompanies her sentence, showcasing once more what kind of contrast exists between Bayley the adorable character and the downright lethal Pamela.

As Rollins takes off he internally notices that maybe, if he managed to build a clear line between Seth and Colby, the walking disaster he then became probably would have never occured.

Fortunately enough for him, Sasha will soon be able to make his heart race faster the second he'd meet her hypnotic eyes - sending bullets to The Reaper's direction yet protecting Colby's sanity.

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E L E N A ;

e d i t : I still don't have an actual wi fi going on and I'm using the few my mobile still has to update. I know tomorrow I won't have any left so here we go for another chapter. ♡

Did you guess right away that Seth brought Bayley with him ? Haha, I adore hers + Sasha's friendship so I'm just gonna leave you with a bunch of sweet Boss + Hug Connection's moments,

love ya all! xxx