Crossing The Line. - Becky Lynch x Seth Rollins.

Chapter Fourteen.

Disgusting.

The word ran through Becky's head over and over. Sniffs and sighs echoed Becky's room that seemed larger and emptier now.

She felt absolutely disgusting.

It would've been slightly less painful if it was only her alone that suffered right now, but she knew it hurt Seth the most.

She hurt Seth the most.

Becky hasn't moved from the spot on the floor since she arrived and collapsed then. The look on Seth's face never left her mind as the guilt slowly ate her alive.

Charlotte had called... about twenty times now. At least it was twenty the last time Becky caught sight of her phone screen. Or was it twenty texts?

Becky's eyes continued to roam around the place. All the clothes felt too many, the bed looked wider and the flat was eerily silent and lonely—apart from the insistent vibrating from her phone every so often. Her mind went back to the still ringing phone. She certainly had no intentions of coming off as uppish to the people only genuinely reaching out, it's more of a guilty undeserving feeling of their consolation. Then as if his hand is moving on its own, Becky picks up her phone as the incoming call got sent to voicemail.

The screen displays a game on pause.

A laugh elicits despite the tears slowly pouring once more.

Only Seth plays games on his phone. And judging from this, he was playing in the cab on their way to the flat. Becky remembers vividly like it was just minutes ago when everything was perfect just briefly before going to shit—though it had already been a night ago. Normally she would scold Seth for leaving the game on and draining the phone's battery, then Seth would rebut how it's Becky's fault for leaving her phone unlocked everywhere...

Becky can feel how pathetic she was; she can only keep thinking about how much she fucked up, how awful Seth must've felt and how selfish she is because she just honestly wants it all to go back to the way it was before Seth found out.

She decides to move to the bed to take a proper nap. Sleeping always helps. Albeit temporary, she's desperate for any form of relief from the misery. Despite being fully aware of how escapism is and never was a direct solution, right now life feels like it has desaturated and really, Becky doesn't feel like there's anything left in her that's willing to keep fighting.

As she lies down, she sees a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed.

There was a bunch of black clothing and a single coloured one.

A green hoodie.

Seth's favourite hoodie. Naturally, as it's the only vibrant piece of clothing Becky owns.

How could Seth say he owns nothing in this place? Especially when everywhere Becky looks, there's Seth.

That's crazy.

Right?

- - -

Seth has been pacing in his spacious bedroom. (He's not sure if he remembered it to be this big? Or is it that he just got so used to having a smaller room, which he also shared—much less a bed.)

Despite already battling with a plethora of unsolved perplexities he had yet to decipher about his identity once again, Seth found himself unable to easily bypass the dodgy interaction Becky had with Scarlett yesterday. He's now strongly considering simply ripping off the plaster, and confronting Scarlett. Though, his brain continued debating which to favour: his long-time pursuit for truth or tact.