Crossing The Line. - Becky Lynch x Seth Rollins.

Chapter Five.

During the entire ride back to Becky's flat, Seth just looked completely lost. He was quietly questioning everything they pass by with his face while Becky sits triumphantly on one side of the vehicle.

The car stops at a single story apartment building with a monochrome theme. It just seems so fitting for someone like Becky to choose this place to reside in, judging by the color of her outfit —or the lack thereof, but then that will mean Seth lives in the boring and gloomy building as well; Seth ponders as he steps out of the cab.

While walking on the hallway, they pass by a room with loud music banging. Seth frowned, he can already imagine the turmoil this would bring—or in this case, has already brought.

As soon as he enters Becky's flat, he stands and stares at the entire place blankly. "I'm poor?" Seth says.

Becky shuts the door and stops right next to Seth. "Yep." She took a few steps forward and turns to Seth briefly just to say, "Hey, don't worry. I'll make this house a home for you." Becky adds, intentionally using a mocking voice to spite Seth even more. And sure enough, she relished in an odd sort of amusement as he noticed Seth grimace behind her.

Seth roams around Becky's flat, observing everything. It's small and compact but everything was neatly arranged. He approaches a particular shelf that has the picture from their proposal date in Japan with the cherry blossoms Becky mentioned earlier. He narrows his eyes at the picture, until he was snapped out of his thoughts by Becky's clap to specifically call his attention.

"Welcome home, love." Becky says, posing to present the flat while she stands in the middle of the lounge. "I don't think I need to tell you where the kitchen and the lounge are anymore. Everything is quite literally laid out for you already." Becky lets out a humourless laugh, as she emphasized the area with her open arms.

"Wait, how long have we been together?" Seth blurts.

"10 years." She answered simply, as practised.

"And we don't have children? A dog? We just live in this cramped flat, with barely any storage, that could fall apart at any moment?"

"That's right."

Seth's eyes dart around the place, his face scrunched in what seemed like disgust for a reason he also wasn't certain considering the place appeared to be tidy and well-kept. This fact definitely came the most unexpected for Seth due to the impression given by the building's cheap-looking exterior.

"Don't worry, I never complained! After all, this was the only thing you could afford. You worked your hardest, even with your not-so-sufficient paychecks." Becky replied feigning sympathy, she then approaches Seth to pat him in a consoling way.

Seth pauses. "I work?" He sounds insulted. That doesn't seem right .

"Three jobs, love." The ginger replied innocently.

Seth massaged his forehead. "I need a drink." He marches to the fridge and found a can of beer. He picks it up and was about to open it when Becky quickly interferes and steals it out of his grasp.

"Uh-uh." Becky says disapprovingly and opens the can instead, drinking its contents right in front of Seth.

Seth looks at her in utter disbelief. "What, I can't drink now?!"

Becky exhales deeply after taking a gulp like she was deliberately making Seth jealous. "Yeah, well..." —she stammered, quickly scrambling for an excuse. "Your relapse is what caused you to end up in hospital, so..." She shrugs and gives Seth an I'm-doing-this-for-your-own-good face.

This was the normal of Seth Rollins, the man thought. His expression was resigned, much like his feelings. He realised that the more he pressed on for details regarding his supposed previous life, he just finds himself more lost and in even more agony than he already was in.