The Samoan (A Roman Reigns Story) (Reupload)

It's Done

~Evanna's POV~

I waited around after RAW to find Joe and when I saw him, he looked different. Sad almost.

"Hey."

He looked at me and I saw pure sadness in his eyes. WWE must have not let him win the title.

"It's about the title, isn't it?"

"We need to talk."

I didn't like the sound of that. "Ok?"

I followed Joe into one of the empty locker rooms.

"What's up?"

"I'm not winning the title."

"Oh, well, you can win it next time."

"No, I won't. I won't be winning it for a long time."

"Well, it's ok. It's not like you won't be winning it sometime in your career."

"I just, it's hard, you know? I've been working months for this and what do they do? They tell me that I don't need to win it. That I'm not the guy they need me to be. I've tried so hard to be that guy that wins the championship and somehow, here I am. No real competition. No rivalries. No title."

"I know it may sound so stupid but, you have me. Your number one fan." I didn't know what else to say. Maybe if he knew that I understood and that he wasn't alone in all of this, it would help.

"And what is this anyways? Are you winning me championships? Are you making me money? No, you're spending it on magic plants and wasted dreams."

"What?" What was he saying right now? I didn't understand.

"You stand there and act like you understand what I'm going through. But you don't. You don't understand. You're a fan. Fans don't understand."

"What?" My heart shattered into a million pieces. "I don't understand."

"Of course you can't! You can never understand. Let me put it to you simple. You were just a one time thing. Nothing more. You act like my world revolves around you. But really, you were just a fling and I'm getting bored. It was a fun time. It truly was. But I'm just done."

"Joe..."

"Leave. Go pack your stuff and get out of here."

~Joe's POV~

"Joe..."

"Leave. Go pack your stuff and get out of here."

I could here her crying. It hurt so much. I had my back turned towards her. But I was doing this for her. She didn't need to waste her life on me. Not anymore. She had dreams, she had ambition. She needed a life that I couldn't give her. We had our fun but now it was time to face reality. I heard her run out the door and it slammed shut behind her. I sat down and tried to collect myself about what I just did. I let the one person I trusted the most walk out of my life. But it was a good thing. This way, she won't ruin her life because of me. My phone went off and it was a text message.

'Is it done?'

'Yeah, it's done. I broke up with her.'

'Good. It may hurt right now but this is a good thing. It's what is best for both of you.'

I threw my phone across the room and put my head in my hands. What had I done?