❝I don't have a choice but I still choose you.❞ Seth's staring at a crossroads, but doesn't hesitate to pick one.

S A S H A B A N K S + S E T H R O L L I N S ❝glory and gore go hand in hand that's why we're making headlines.❞ ❝ roughing up our minds so we're ready when the kill time comes.❞

❝ALL WE ARE IS BULLETS, I MEAN THIS.❞ -❝all my life there's been demons following me, some still haunting me. I'm so keen on looking ahead that I sometimes forget who they are & only remember when I'm face to face with them, extending my arm outwards towards them. ❞

Loving her was like a bloodsport, blood shedding with every hit. That's how he felt on the inside. He longed for the touch of her skin. Wanting her so bad, yet knowing he couldn't have her. And though she hated him when she had a turn, she had a yearning desire for the two toned knight. Not in any way sexual, but for the warmth of his caressing body. They were an army, that breaks from within. But that's why they were stronger and they always win. [ravishinglana™]

"You run, like the letters on these pages. I'm not sick but still so far away from sane. Nightmares, but I haven't slept in ages. The battles won, but there's still poison in our veins."

b e c k y l y n c h + s a m i z a y n ❝ we were just what they said, w a s t e d luck. ❞ she had muttered in defeat, swallowing the very last tear she thought she would ever cry for this dream of hers. ❝ fate will prove otherwise. ❞ he calmly assured, his fingers intertwined with hers, applying a slightly stronger grip as if attempting to force his truth into her soul. ❝ what do you even know about destiny ? ❞ escaped from her cherry thin lips in a morose chuckle, her unique laugh he used to describe as the sound joyful angels would make suddenly stroke him as a distant memory. ❝ it taught me that love isn't random, we are c h o s e n. ❞ he almost confided in a murmur, unsure if he was trying to convince her or himself more. when the skies you tried so hard to reach - the peak of any wrestler's carreer so close to your reach yet still so far- abruptly fall over your head, can you really rely on faith, hoping that everything will be okay in the end ? or are you bound to accept the hurtful reality, resigning yourself to do the only thing you've sworn you would never do : running away from your cherished dream ?

He was a fun-loving guy with good Christian values and beliefs that he was never afraid to share with anyone. Then there was her: a foul-mouthed, pessimistic beauty, with a craving for the extreme and any type of takeout. He had his friends, his loyal stable. She was keen on self-independence and tried her best to keep most people at arms length. He believed in life after death and the man upstairs. She only believed in the now and what she could come in contact with. Eventually came a time when they both drastically wanted to alter the other's perceptions of reality, with the intention of not going against everything they stood for in the process. And so began the story of a combustible element combined with a detrimental force, determined to create a path of beautiful chaos.