Broken // Ambrollins [Short Story]

Prologue

Prologue 

Dear Dean Ambrose, 

Although I know you'll probably never read this due to your condition, I need to write it. My heart is breaking just writing this, even though your eyes won't ever encounter this text. 

I have so many things I want to say to you, but I don't think I'll be able to write all of this without bursting into tears. 

Oh, jeez, I've already started to. Excuse any tear drops on this paper. 

As I was saying...

Where do I even begin with you? There's way too much to say about you...

I loved the way you laughed. The sweet sound would echo around the room and caused a grin to appear on my thin lips. I especially enjoyed your high-pitched giggles whenever I'd tickle you, considering you're so ticklish. The way you'd chuckle when I attempted to crack a joke always warmed my heart and made me feel better about my comedic skills. 

The way you smiled at me when we were just relaxing backstage or at home. You'd peek over at me, hoping I didn't notice when I really did. How you'd pretend to be messing with your fingernails as a way to get me off of your tail. 

The way you smirked at me every time I went backstage after a match. You'd wrap your arms around me, whether I won or lost, and kiss me. You'd go on a rant, telling me how awesome I did out there and how proud you were of me. The way you smirked at me when I snaked my arms around your waist, teasing you when I grabbed your package through your jeans. How you'd smirk at me as you laid your body down on mine right before we had amazing sex. 

Believe me, I'm going to miss our hot sex sessions. You're fucking awesome in bed. 

The way you'd hold me close when I was upset. You always knew how to cheer me up. You'd make a quirky remark about whatever the situation was about as a way to lighten the mood, something that always worked with me and you knew it. You'd pull me into your embrace and allow me to cry for as long as I needed to while you rubbed my back in circles and whispered loving things into my ear. We'd sit there for hours afterwards, just talking to each other. 

You always knew how to make me happy. Whether it be by getting me my favorite foods or by having rough sex in our bed. You encouraged me to follow my dreams of becoming World Heavy Champion and look at what happened! I earned it! It broke my heart to have to win it against you, but it meant a lot to me that you were so supportive. You knew that match was against you and yet, you begged me to take it from you. You forced me to take it as we fell because you knew it was my dream. No matter what was going on in our lives, you were there to hold me close and comfort me when I needed it. You knew how to make me smile, even when I didn't want to. You completed me. 

You were and still are my other half. You always will be. 

I'm sorry for what's occurred. Trust me, I never wanted any of this to happen. When Hunter and Stephanie approached me one day, I had no idea they wanted me to do that to you. I fought against it, believe me, I did. I made up as many excuses as I could in order to get out of doing that to you, but they wouldn't give in. They forced me, Dean. I had no other choice. 

I meant to miss when I landed, but my foot slipped as I jumped up off of the announcers table. When I realized what I had done, I knew I screwed up really bad. I wanted to hold you close and tell you how sorry I was, but I couldn't because of my character on the show. 

You are my world, Dean. You're my husband, even though we never got the chance to get married. I will keep my ring on no matter what as a memory of you. I'll keep your clothes in your drawers and wear your shirts every now and then because of your scent. I'll keep everything exactly the same because I can't see my life any differently. 

Hopefully, you'll wake up soon. I'll be able to give you this and watch you read it with a smile. I'd like that a lot, actually. 

I'd love to see those baby blue eyes of yours just one more time. Please, Dean. I want to kiss you one last time before anything more can happen. 

I love everything about you, Dean Ambrose. I'll always be your baby boy (as you liked to call me). You're my one and only. My first love. You're mine, dead or alive. If something does happen to you, be sure you're waiting for me up above. 

I love you, baby. I love you with all of my heart, Dean, and I'll never forget you. I'm so sorry everything had to happen this way and I hope you can forgive me. 

I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH, BABY! YOU'LL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART, DEAN. <3 

Sincerely,

Your 'baby boy', 

Seth Rollins.