"The true genius shudders at incompleteness — imperfection — and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said."
-Edgar Allan Poe
"There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion."
-Edgar Allan Poe, The Masque of Red Death
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"I'm here to see Kevin, if that's all right with you," Sami answers, desperately hoping she would allow him in.
"Oh, yes, of course," she moves away from the door, gesturing Sami to come in, she shuts the door and resumes to eat her cake, standing in the corner awkwardly while all that could be heard was the wrestling commentary coming through the monitor.
"Well, this is quite awkward," Kevin speaks up, causing Opal to look at him with a frown. At least he broke the awkward silence though.
"How's your back?" Sami finally asks Kevin, while Opal nibbles on the piece of cake. She has had three pieces already, and was still hungry for more.
"Fine, great, actually." Kevin says, "can't even feel the pain anymore. I think it was just the initial shock of the drop that hurt more."
"Kevin is right there, often more pain will be felt due to the shock, and then it will disappear and leave your body sore instead of in pure agony," Opal speaks up, Sami looks at her with curious eyes.
"And you know this....how?" Asks Sami.
"Physiotherapist," Opal answers shortly, "not necessarily with any huge company."
Opal brought herself back around to see the monitor, sitting in the floor next to Kevin since Sami had taken her seat. The tension was awkward, Opal and Sami had never gotten along whenever they're in each other's presence, they would avoid each other, to avoid any conflict. It was a simple way of life; avoid those who cause conflict, and that's what both Opal and Sami intended on doing.
"Okay, I know you two have a rough history, but please don't ruin tonight, don't get in any fights, I just want to watch the rest of WrestleMania with a peaceful manner." Kevin pleads, Opal nods, agreeing.
"I won't cause issues, as long as he minds his own business," Opal points her plastic fork at Sami, an act of a child it was.
"Don't worry, Opal, I'm not going to cause any problems."
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Kevin had to leave for an interview, the fallout of WrestleMania from his perspective. Sami had stayed with Opal, continuing to watch it. It was time for The Undertaker versus Shane McMahon, the match Opal is most excited, but nervous for. Opal had been nice, allowing Sami to have a piece of cake, congratulating him on his first WrestleMania match as well, but she wasn't nearly as happy for him as she was Kevin. She could feel Sami's eyes burning into her as she watches the monitor, admired by The Undertaker's glorious entrance. Opal wanted to say something to Sami, to tell him to stop staring and watch wrestling, but she promised she wouldn't say anything.
Sami loses himself in thought, growing curious as to how Opal carries herself with a smile on her face. He wanted to know all there was to know about her. She hates him, or so Kevin had told him on multiple occasions. They had never gotten along to begin with, always argued over the stupidest of things. He knew she was no fool, Kevin had told him that she studied in psychology before switching into physiotherapy, he continues to wonder why she hasn't been hired by WWE to help rehabilitate those who have surgery within the company. He didn't even know if she had tried to get hired. He noticed a tattoo on her shoulder blade, only the tip of one though, he wondered if she had more then one. He could tell she was a mysterious woman, hiding behind a mask of happiness. He needed no one to tell him that, he can see it in her face, she has a terrible past, one of pain and terror. But he already knew the answer to her past.
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Sugar Love {Sami Zayn}
Fanfiction"Beauty is pain and there's beauty in everything." There was no telling how long it could be kept up, the pity. There was no registering the fact that pity was going to be the death of them both. It was a mocking pity on her be...
