Meant To Be (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

Chapter Fifteen

You didn't know exactly why, but you carried Cash's envelope with you at all times. No matter what you did, where you were, it was always with you. Buying groceries? Take the envelope with you. Jogging? Take the envelope with you. At the office, scheduling for the next days? Take. The. Envelope. With. You.
Multiple times, you had opened it, desperate to find out what he had to say. But every time, you stopped yourself, for reasons unknown to you. With each passing day, you missed him more and more, until it became almost unbearable. A whole week had passed, and it was yet again Wednesday. As you lay in your hotel bed, you felt a sad smile spread across your lips. You were in North Carolina, and you were supposed to meet Cash's mom today...if things were still intact. She and some of his friends along with other family members were at ringside tonight. You had been excited for this day, because Cash had told you many sweet stories about his mother. And you had secretly hoped that she would've liked you...and you'd officially become a part of the family - something you craved ever since you had completely lost yours. You grabbed your phone to check the time, and your eyes fell on the envelope underneath it again. You softly ran your fingers over the white paper, and decided now was the time.
You were ready.
So you opened it and started reading...

Y/N,
I hope you will read this at some point not so far in the future. First of all, let me tell you the most important thing: I am sorry. I have messed this up, and there is no one else to blame but me. None of this is your fault, in case you were wondering. I know you always place the blame on you. But don't do it this time.
I've read the book you gave me for my birthday. It's beautiful. And I think it helped me understand us better. What we have, or had. What it could have been. What it was always supposed to be.
The silver thread in the sky that Rumo sees in the book, that eventually leads him to Rala, his one true love. I have experienced that too, with you. In the cafeteria. I may not have seen a thread, but I was drawn to you from the very beginning.
You are the end of my silver thread. My only one. Not Lindsay, not wrestling. You.
And I hope that I am at the end of your thread. If you think I am, please give me a call. Let me explain everything you don't understand yet, because I was too afraid to let you in. I can't afford to lose you, and I won't go down without a fight. Let us talk.
I miss you. Everything about you. Every place feels empty without you, everything seems to be unimportant if I can't share it with you.
Until our threads bring us together again.
- Cash

You didn't realize you were crying until you noticed the tear drops buckling the paper. You wiped your eyes a few times, and calmed yourself down, taking in deep breaths. Then, the corners of your mouth lifted up.
He had read the book. Didn't think it was cheesy. And he felt the same about the thread connecting two lovers: he pictured the two of you. Just like you did.
You re-read the letter a few times, and then took the phone in your hand. When you clicked on his name to call him, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You missed him.

"H-hello." His voice was shaky, you could tell he was anxious.
"Hi."
Although you felt you were now ready to talk to him, you had no idea what to say. As a result, there was a long pause between the two of you, until you finally found your voice again. "I've read your letter, and it's...Let us talk in person today. After your match. Okay?"
You heard a sigh of relief on the other end before he spoke. "Okay." Then he cleared his throat, and continued. "I'll see you right after our match, so we can go somewhere private."
"Yeah, see you then." You closed your eyes, both excitement and fear consumed you now. "Bye Cash."
"See you later, Darlin." There it was again. Darlin. How you had missed it.
You didn't even realize he had hung up some time ago, as your thoughts circled about him calling you by your pet name. You longed for hearing it in person. Hopefully everything would be okay again...

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As soon as Cash hung up on you, he called Dax. He was overly excited. And scared for his life. What if he messed it up this time? What if he would not find the right words? Everything just HAD to work out this time. He wanted you back. He needed you back.
"Morning, Cash. I hope it's urgent." Right, Dax was not a morning person. His voice was raspy, and Cash could feel his annoyance through the phone.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I...I might need some romantic advice, and some words of encouragement. We'll talk tonight."
There was a short silence between them as Dax needed to process his best friend's words. Then he let out a hearty laughter. "Can't believe the letter worked. What did you write, man? Has never worked for me in my entire life! If you want my advice, it's simple: let her in. Tell her what's going on in your thick skull. And finally tell her you love her. She's the only person on this planet that doesn't know. You go and get your girl, Cash!"
"What if I-"
"No Cash. No but, no if, no nothing. You will get Y/N back tonight. Period. You apparently know the right things to say. Just think about the letter. What could possibly go wrong?"
Cash smiled, his friend was right. He knew what he wanted, he knew what needed to be said and done this time, and there wasn't a chance he'd let himself mess it up. "Thanks, Dax."
"Don't thank me for that. But I expect to be your best man once ya'll getting married..."
He wanted to protest, tell his friend to slow down a bit, but Dax had ended the call as soon as the words had left his mouth. So Cash sat there, still a little freaked out, and now also thinking about his friend's joke. If it was one.

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You had no idea what was going on. You just noticed the match between Proud and Powerful and FTR ended way earlier than planned. When you watched one of the monitors backstage, you saw Cash was out after a few minutes, kneeling at the side of the ring and being taken care off right there. Something had happened. Something bad. You had asked some other crew members if they knew what was going on, if he was okay, but no one could give you an answer.
You felt dizzy, like you were about to pass out. Your stomach turned as you rushed through the seemingly endless hallways backstage, until you made it to the medical rooms, hoping he'd be there and not be brought to the hospital. When you saw Dax stand in the doorframe, you let out a sigh and called out to him.
"Is he okay? What happened?!" You abruptly came to a stop in front of him, a little out of breath and uncertain of what to do next. He pulled you into a tight hug and rubbed your back. "Hey Y/N. Doc's taking care of him now. He's getting stitches. Something sliced his arm open, probably a loose hook, that's all I know." He paused for a second and looked at you. "You're really pale. No need to panic, he's gone through worse. He's gonna be alright. He asked for you though...so if you wanna go in there, he'd be really happy to see ya. Misses you like crazy." You took a step back and nodded at him before knocking at the doorframe. Before you finally entered the room, you turned back to Dax and whispered. "I miss him too." He gave you a knowing smile and nodded back at you.

Your knock on the door brought Cash out of his daze. He was exhausted, afraid of what his injury might mean for his career...and once he saw you standing there, also incredibly happy you'd shown up. "Hi Y/N." His voice was weak, as if he was afraid speaking up might scare you away.
You walked over to the stretcher he was sitting on, and thought about sitting down next to him, but decided against it. So you stood there, next to him, and soothingly put your hand on his shoulder, rubbing little circles into his skin. "How bad is it?" You asked, both Cash and Doc Sampson. The latter waited for Cash's okay so he could explain to you that the object had damaged some of his nerves and although this would not be a career-ending injury, he would feel the aftershocks of it for a long time. If everything was going well, he'd get his grip back. Eventually.
Then the doctor looked between the two of you, and dismissed himself to give you some privacy. When he was gone, you took his place in front of Cash, and weakly smiled at him, your hand on his thigh, before you repeated your question. "How bad is it, Cash?" You watched him slowly form a fist with his right hand, eyes flinching in pain. "He said I was lucky. An inch lower and all my nerves would have been cut through." He let out a puff of air. "I just don't feel very lucky recently..." Then, his eyes finally met yours. "Thank you for stopping by though. I really appreciate your concern."
He sighed heavily. "Can...can we talk now? Please?" You thought about it for a moment, unsure if this was the right time or place to discuss your relationship problems. But just as you nodded your head at him, both of you heard quite a turmoil coming from outside. Footsteps came closer and closer, and you heard a female voice. Although you didn't understand a word that was said, you could hear the sheer panic in her voice and you automatically knew that it had to be his mother. "Dax! Is he in there?!" The bald man tried his hardest to make her and all the others accompanying her stop in their tracks so the two of you could still have a moment, but he didn't stand a chance against so many people.

Cash watched in shock as you got up from your chair and told him you'd talk another time. "Darlin', please don't go. I need to talk to you. Now. I can't wait any longer. Please don't leave." He grabbed your hand and held it tight with his good hand.
Your heart skipped a beat, or multiple beats. He had said it again, and it sounded so beautiful in your ears. "We will talk, I promise. But you need to tell all these people outside that you are okay. They are worried." You explained while cupping his cheek with your free hand. "They're your family, Cash." With those words, you stepped away from him, and he let go of you. His eyes were glued to your frame as you left the room, while he whispered to himself.
"But you're my family, too."