unfortunate soul | ⇷ becky lynch + finn balor + dean ambrose ⇸

Walk Away

Becky woke up the next morning, or more like next afternoon. She rolled over and looked up at the ceiling..not thinking about the time, her once constantly excited and bright mind hadn't thought about time lately..because she knew it would just make her realize how time is so consuming. The least she cared about is what other people came to her to complain about.

She finally managed to get rid of her sleepiness and rolled out of her bed, grabbing her phone and walking to the living room. Those voices were running through her head again, but it was also like she had a Devil on one shoulder, and an Angel on the other..yet she didn't know which one to listen too, the Devil seemed more intriguing and the Angel seemed intelligent.

She opened the blinds to the window, nope, close them..just close the damn blinds before you become blind..it's bright as hell outside. She sighed and slumped over on the couch, and for once..she had a moment of silence. A moment where all the voices were gone, a moment where she could think straight, she wished it could be like that all the time. It didn't last long..

"Rebecca!"

There was a knock at the door, and as the seconds went by it was like whoever was at her door was trying to escape the Exorcist or something...Lord Jesus.

"Rebecca Quin!"

The voice just seemed to grow even louder, to the point where it was shouting. She finally got up and looked through the peep hole on her tip toes, but she still didn't know who it was. She pressed her ear against the door, and started asking questions.

"Who are you?"

"Open the door and you'll find out."

"Why should I? How do I know you aren't a murderer or something? I don't trust random people that show up at my damn door."

"Would you stop asking so many questions already?"

She sighed hesitantly, her hand shaking, she reached for the door knob and slowly opened the door. Surprised, her eyes widened when she saw who was standing at the door.

"Took you long enough!"

She still couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe Dean Ambrose was standing at her door..holy shit. She was still zoned out, when all of a sudden she hears someone snap their fingers in front of her face. She finally realized what she was doing.

"Stop doing that, your being creepy"

"I'm sorry, you know I can't help it."

"No wonder why you never pay attention."

"Shut up."

She let him inside, and he threw his jacket on the floor like this was his house. She shook her head and picked up his jacket and set it on the coat rack, without notice, something fell out of the pocket..a tiny black box.

"Who convinced you to come here?"

"What?"

"Come on Jonathan, we both know you hate me. So, who convinced you to come here?"

"Nobody..I just heard that you were upset and I figured you could use some ice cream or some shit like that."

Ice cream, he brought her ice cream..THANK GOD. She loved ice cream, any kind. He was now a life savor, wait..what was she thinking? He's not a live savor of any kind. When they were known as Dean Ambrose and Becky Lynch..they were just characters that never knew about each other, they were people that were created to hide the past. However, two people known as Jonathan Good and Rebecca Quin had history..lots of history. They had both made a promise to forget it all, but here they were, 6 years later and in the same company.