The Dictionary Of Ambreigns

Engrave

Engrave /inˈɡrāv,enˈɡrāv/
Verb
Cut or carve (a text or design) on the surface of a hard object.

"Go alone, my flower
And keep my whole lovely you
Wild green stones, alone, my lover
And keep us in my heart."

He ran to the living room as fast as he could. Before him, there laid the lean corpse of the auburn man, fresh red liquid gushing down his chest. The front door was wide open, displaying a masked figure heading towards a runaway vehicle. His heart was racing as he placed his trembling hands on the bullet hole wound. 911 was on its way but he knew it was too late for his babe. He sat down on the blood covered floor, cradling his dead body as he sobbed. His fragile fingers brushed stray hairs from the man who had his heart.
  They had carried out his body on a stretcher and he had covered himself in blood, but all thought went into Dean as he hitched a ride in the ambulance. The sirens weren't loud enough to stop him from thinking about what had happened. Hell, he was shirtless and only wore baggy shorts to protect his manhood after post morning sex. The bloody human was only in red velvet boxers and he thought why. It was only Friday morning, a week before his 25th birthday and it just wasn't fair.
  To eliminate his rusty diamond from existence was cruel. How was he supposed to keep going? Without him? This man kept him sane and brought out the best in him. How the hell was he going to tell their friends he was gone? What about Blu? The rabbit thrived on Dean's exotic energy. They had finally opened their own cafe shop in June and he now had to run it alone. 7 years. That's what it took to achieve everything he had. And it was all gone in a blink of an eye.
  December was cold, just like his heart had been for the past 3 years. He didn't move on. How could he? He loved that man to death and he couldn't stop loving him if he tried. When the doctors told him there was nothing they could do to save him, he broke. 2 days later, the murder had become the hunted as they found his body buried by a lake, cut into separate fragments, left to rot and be eaten by maggots. He couldn't smile though. It didn't bring back the auburn man. It only served justice, but whoever said justice was sweet, fuck them.
He opened the fridge in search of the arctic alcoholic drink to mend his soul. He looked around the house and sighed before walking to the poorly treated bedroom. He was miserable. How could he not? The nerve of people telling him it will be okay. How could it be? He handed the business over to his mother and worked for her. He sold their house because he couldn't bare the reminders of what he had lost that Friday morning. He knew he couldn't handle it all and packed his shit, heading back home to his parents. His parents knew he was suffering but he refused to acknowledge his pain.
Most hours of the day were spent in his bedroom filled with alcohol, isolating himself. Therapy didn't heal shit. It just cut deeper into the wounds and he knew he was a lost cause. His head hurt and his eyes swelled up at every tear that was shred. He lazily took off his clothes and wrapped himself into the warmth of the soft cloth. The only thing he kept was his boxers as he stared at the nothingness of his soul.
However, there was a call a few minutes later just as he was starting to drift asleep. He stared at the number that lit up his phone before sighing. He answered.
"Hello?" He quietly murmured.
"Roman Reigns?" The voice questioned.
"This is him."
"Im the new owner of your house, Seth Rollins. I found a little something of yours that I think you might want back. Would you like to come pick it up or I can have it delivered to you?" The man asked. His heart was fighting with him again. He didn't know what it was but he didn't know if having it with him was the best idea.
"I'll come over to pick it up. I'll see you in a bit. Thank you sir." He spoke before he hung up.
He honestly didn't know what was about to happen but he took that risk and he had to deal with it. He walked up those three front steps of his past house before knocking on the navy colored door. A few seconds passed by before a man of muscle opened the door.
"Seth right?" Roman questioned softy. He received a nod before the man opened the door wider for him to enter. He hesitated to walk in but the mysterious object was eating away at his curiosity and his nerves. The house was different. The walls went from white to royal blue. The windows were replaced. The mood of the place spelt out paradise until he reached the living room. He winced at the memory and continued to follow Seth into a bedroom.
"I didn't know if you would want this back, but because your number was engraved into the case, I went with it. I found it in the wall in the old bedroom." Seth said as he handed him the box. He went to open it and he forgot how to breathe when he saw the object. He grabbed it and held it in his hand as he observed its condition. Still looked like it was brand new. He turned it around and sighed sadly.
"Oh Dean..." he murmured sadly as his grazed the carving with his thumb. '6317551999, ♡ Roman Reigns' was written on the back. The AirPod case was a gift to him for his birthday that Dean had gotten for him before they made love 3 times that very night. He remembered the long nights that they listened to sweet melodies as they cuddled by the fireplace and dance softly. He held it tighter as he let the memories flow through his mind.
"Thank you for saving it. You don't know how much this means to me." He said gently.
"Your welcome. Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?" He asked and Roman nodded.
When he got home, he unboxed the AirPods and connected them to his phone. He placed them into each ear and searched for their song. Once he found it, he laid down and let it play on repeat. He shut his eyes before he drifted off to sleep, with a small smile that was overdue.