WWE One Shots

45. Karrion Kross- Reunion

Karrion Kross, known to the world as the relentless and fierce WWE superstar, stood at the entrance of the small coffee shop, a place he never thought he would find himself. The bustling streets of New York City were a far cry from the roaring crowds and flashing lights of the wrestling arenas he was accustomed to. Here, it was quiet, almost serene, but his heart was anything but. He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open, the bell above jingling to announce his arrival.

Hannah sat in a corner booth, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. The years had been kind to her, but there was a weariness in her eyes, a trace of the burdens she carried. She looked up as the door opened, and her breath caught in her throat. There he was, standing just as tall and imposing as she remembered, but with a softness in his gaze that hadn't been there before. It had been twenty years since they last saw each other, and yet, it felt like just yesterday.

Karrion spotted her immediately and made his way over, each step bringing back a flood of memories. He had rehearsed what he would say a thousand times, but now that he was here, words seemed to fail him. He reached the table and gave a small, tentative smile.

"Hannah," he said softly, his voice a stark contrast to the powerful growl he used in the ring.

"Karrion," she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Or should I call you Kevin?"

"Kevin is fine," he said, sitting down across from her. "Karrion is just the persona."

There was a long silence as they both struggled to find a way to bridge the years that had separated them. Finally, Kevin took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry for just showing up like this. I didn't know how else to do it," he began. "I found out you were living here, and I... I had to see you. To see how you were."

Hannah nodded, her eyes filling with unshed tears. "It's been a long time, Kevin. A lot has changed."

"I know. I've changed too," he said, reaching across the table to take her hand. She didn't pull away, and the simple touch seemed to break the dam inside her. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and she looked away, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," she said, trying to wipe them away. "I thought I was over all this. Over you. But seeing you again... it just brings everything back."

Kevin squeezed her hand gently. "It's okay, Hannah. It's okay to feel. We've both been through a lot."

Hannah took a shaky breath and looked back at him. "Do you remember the last time we saw each other? The fight we had?"

Kevin nodded, his expression pained. "I remember. I said some terrible things. I was young and stupid and full of anger. I've regretted it every day since."

"We both said things we didn't mean," she said softly. "I wasn't blameless. But it hurt so much, losing you. Losing us."

"I know," Kevin said, his voice thick with emotion. "I've thought about you every day, wondering if you were okay, if you were happy. I wanted to reach out so many times, but I was scared."

"Scared of what?" Hannah asked, her brow furrowing.

"Scared that you'd moved on. That you'd hate me. That I wouldn't be able to make things right," he admitted.

Hannah sighed, a sad smile on her lips. "I did move on, in a way. I had to. But I never stopped thinking about you either. Wondering what might have been."

Kevin's heart ached at her words. "I'm so sorry, Hannah. For everything. I know I can't change the past, but I want to try to make things right. If you'll let me."

Hannah looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. For the first time in a long time, she felt a glimmer of hope. "I don't know if we can ever go back to what we were," she said slowly. "But maybe we can start again. As friends. And see where that takes us."

Kevin smiled, relief washing over him. "I'd like that. A lot."

They talked for hours, sharing stories of the years they'd missed, the triumphs and the struggles. Kevin told her about his rise in the WWE, the persona of Karrion Kross that he had created, and the toll it had taken on him. Hannah shared her own journey, the highs and lows of her career, and the personal battles she had fought.

As the afternoon turned into evening, the initial awkwardness between them faded, replaced by a sense of familiarity and comfort. It was as if no time had passed at all. They laughed about old memories, teased each other like they used to, and for the first time in years, both felt truly at peace.

When it was time to leave, Kevin walked Hannah to her apartment, a cozy place just a few blocks away. They stood outside the building, the city lights casting a warm glow around them.

"Thank you for today," Hannah said, looking up at him. "I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Me too," Kevin said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'm glad we did this. And I'm glad to have you back in my life, even if it's just as friends."

Hannah smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Who knows what the future holds? But for now, this is enough."

They hugged, a long, comforting embrace that spoke of forgiveness and new beginnings. As they pulled away, Kevin kissed her forehead gently.

"Take care, Hannah," he said softly.

"You too, Kevin," she replied, watching as he walked away, disappearing into the night.

As she climbed the stairs to her apartment, Hannah felt a sense of closure and hope that she hadn't felt in years. The past was still there, a part of her, but it no longer weighed her down. She had a future to look forward to, and for the first time in a long time, she felt ready to embrace it.

And somewhere in the city, Kevin Kross walked with a lighter step, knowing that he had taken the first step towards healing old wounds and reclaiming a part of his heart that he thought he had lost forever.