b e l l a m y ;
Scraps of Florida's sun graces a man's features through the window, forming an unfrequent type of warmth on those frackles he despised half of his life.
Until a certain unexpected and bewitching light came along, erasing each and every one of his certainties on the world surrounding them, ultimately re-writting in colorful letters three meaningful words : faith, love and forgiveness.
In the end the sole sentiment he succeeded in carrying through dark and troubling times is the first one, holding tight to the freil flame of hope still burning bright on the inside of his empty entity.
Bellamy catches himself tapping his fingers on the sides of the medics' table, wishing that it may ease his irritation, patience being an unknown virtue to his knowledge as he remains forced to stand still.
The official head doctor of the NXT brand summoned him early in the morning, sparking a semblance of fear in his usually peaceful mind - most likely skilled at blocking destructive emotions out - and ultimately leaving him waiting for what already seems to be hours.
On his way to the building two things rapidly drawn his attention : the first's the drastic contrast the weather prove to be comparing to his original location.
The novembers he used to have in France were way colder, the memory traveling him back to his cherished childhood, brie fragments of more innocent times gently lighting a spark in his dark, dead eyes.
The ones he's spent wondering why rain had such a strange taste while softly crashing on his small tongue.
Or if he were to climb on the highest pick of the tallest tree, would he be able to touch the stars ?
The grown up man that he managed to become recalls he has always been a dreamy type of person, the kind that constantly envisions a better version of what is offered before their very eyes.
His undying and vivid imagination had twisted and turned the most insignificant view into something suddenly wonderful, an habit that effortlessly helped elevate his carreer.
The second thing's the burning passion the wrestlers hopeful were already showing at barely 6am, today's try-out apparently containing talents and possible rivals from what he could subtly oversee.
One of too often times hidden from most's view, a shy curve extends his dry lips provoking a slight cut to their side, as if he were some type of divinity just awaken and haven't had the occasion to smile in centuries.
A manly silhouette slid into his brain as Bell recalls what a delight his actual try-out was, the instant a determined stare crossed his killer instinct's one, immediately recognizing one of the handful people he would refer to as "family".
As they casually embraced one another, eager to close the unnecessary distance, they prove to become even more excited when coaches decided to pair them up for the simulated matches, rekindling two old friends' undoubtful chemistry.
They hit the finish line of one gruelling training session, forcing them to dig deep within their souls, even raising the frequently banned "easy way out possibility". Yet both regained a characteristic boldness thanks to the fire resting in each other's eyes, defying their own boundaries.
Just like they used to push each other to the absolute limits back in their independent scene's days, tearing down every shows their names would be printed on, forever earning a spot in the legacy of New Japan Pro Wrestling.
Following Carmella's departure, he turned into a lost ghost chasing after its past reason to live but once he encountered that special wrestler three years prior, he found himself a new and lasting focal point.
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; cloud upon love
FanfictionC a r m e l l a + M a l e O C ; They were floating on cloud nine, both so infatuated that each other's breath became a new source of oxygen - every time their lips parted, it was like holding your breath in hopes to get saved again. ...
