When sparks fly... [a Roman Reigns story]

26 The end...

Amali POV

The slamming of the door echoed in my ears for a moment. My eyes burned and my heart raced as I felt like I was going to fall any second. I leaned back against the wall. In and out... in and out... Over and over I repeated these words in my head as I slowly tried to get control of my breathing.

A small part of me expected the door to open and Roman to follow me. But that didn't happen. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad about it. It had felt like the end. And that's probably exactly what it was.

Once again, it felt like my whole world was collapsing on top of me. All I wanted now was to hide away. A warm, dark blanket over my head to hide from everything around me.

Everything was too much again. I had thought that I had made progress. But I was wrong. It was too much. Far too much to bear. Again, the dark figures danced around in front of my inner eye. They tried to pull me into their shadows. I felt like I would drown any second. A feeling that was so familiar to me.

Without thinking, I set off. I didn't meet anyone on the way to the elevator. Not a soul was still out and about at this time of night. I was grateful for that. I got in and pressed the button. The ride didn't take long and the lobby was empty as well. Or at least that's what I thought until I finished checking out.

I asked the front desk guy to call me a cab. Just as he did, I heard a familiar voice behind me say my name.

"Amali Mae... What are you doing here? Are you leaving?" asked Uncle Pauli's voice.

I turned and looked at him. Immediately his own face darkened when he saw mine. He closed the distance between us and then looked at me inquiringly.

"Yes... I want to go home now. I can't stand it a minute longer." I replied in a painstakingly controlled voice.

"What's happened? Where is Roman? Talk to me." he said, not letting me take a single step to leave.

"Long story short... He doesn't trust me and that's why... I think we broke up. Now excuse me." I explained before pulling my suitcase around him and hurrying to the exit where a car was waiting for me.

*****

The week passed with many tears and even more alcohol as I tried to process everything, not just the latest thing that had happened. I was on the phone for hours. But not once did I dare to dial the number I really wanted to dial. 

I longed to hear Roman's voice. It hurt so much that it brought more tears to my already swollen eyes. I had actually expected that he might call... but that didn't happen.

And so I dreaded entering the arena. I didn't want to see him, but then... I wanted to see him. Even if he had shouted at me... I would have put up with it as long as I didn't have to talk about the past.

Sighing, I stood there and pondered. Was it a good idea to be here? Should I perhaps have called in sick? Too late now... The other talents who had just arrived greeted me. But it didn't take them long to realize that I wasn't in the mood to talk. And so they quickly left me alone. Well... except for one person.

"Hey Amali... How are you? I'm sorry, but you look terrible... Why aren't you with Roman?" Jimmy asked me in his usual good mood.

"Best to ask him that..." I mumbled before I started crying again.

"Girl... what's wrong? What happened?" he asked worriedly as he put a hand on my shoulder.

But that only made it worse. Instead of calming down, I started sobbing loudly. Jimmy awkwardly pulled me into his arms and patted me on the back while mumbling soothing words.

"What the hell is going on?" growled a voice I would have recognized anywhere.

I froze for a moment before running away. It was too fucking hard.

*****

Roman POV

"What the hell did you do to her?" I asked angrily as I looked after Amali.

"I should ask you that question, Uce! What happened to you?" Jimmy wanted to know.

"Nothing at all... It was just... It wasn't what we both wanted." I said and turned to leave.

"Yeah... I call bullshit on that one. Spit it out!" he replied.

Sighing, I sat down on the nearest crate. Frustrated, I rubbed my face with both hands. Then I slowly began to tell him what had happened.

"Please tell me you're not that stupid!" he shouted loudly and angrily.

"What do you mean?" I wanted to know.

"Are you that blind or can you really not read between the lines of what she meant? Amali told you without really telling you and I bet it wasn't the first time," he replied, frantically gesticulating with his hands.

Then he just turned around and left. But I could hear him grumbling under his breath until he was out of sight.