CONTACT: DO NOT REPLY. [message ---- delivered]: I'm surprised you didn't toss it into a dumpster. [message ---- delivered]: but whatever. just pass it along to Seth. He will make sure I get whatever it is I left at your spot.

TXT : or maybe he would??? 🤔👀

[   TXT    ⤷    NIKKI   ]    by  design. [   TXT    ⤷    NIKKI   ]    and  you  still  haven't  gotten  the  message? [   TXT    ⤷    NIKKI   ]    i was busy.

naomi winces every time the door opens. it's been various stagehands and sniveling back of house personnel almost all night, tiptoeing around her, shrinking when she snarls. no one has been brave enough to get close yet. it's scent that she picks up first, so familiar that naomi swears for all of a second she's home. "nik," she says, too soft. the calls that she hasn't answered sit heavy on her lifeless phone. "i..." fuck, she's tired. "what are you doin' here, huh?"

he knelt down in front of her then,     looking up like she was the only thing tethering him to the ground. like if she walked out now,     he wouldn’t stop her,     but it would wreck him completely.     ❝ just tell me what you want ❞     he whispered.     ❝ tell me what we are.     because i’ll fight for us if there’s still something left to fight for. ❞ 

peach painted lips part, sparkled eyeshadow dusted upon lids that slowly open to greet latest up-and-coming opponent. how truly exciting this was! times long ago revisited in the wake of unexpected return, a blast from the women's revolution's past. title belt is quickly removed, holding it high above both their heads. tongue finds temporary shelter in groove of cheek. " let me guess ... you want this all for yourself, " a beat, boots shifting closer upon ring mat. fractional rise of brow. " think you can take it from me, too, don't you? "

Was he still a little bitter about the way things ended between them? Definitely. But he could remember the hurt he felt the moment she walked away. The moment he felt as if his heart had been shattered into a million pieces. He honestly had seen a long future for the two of them, something he hadn’t thought would be possible for himself after his first marriage crumbled. However before he had the chance to say any of this to Nikki --- she was gone. It happened so fast, Roman felt like he was watching a movie, and not experiencing life. And now she wanted to talk? The nerve. He huffed loudly, the frustration seen on his face, and heard in his tone. “There won’t be a second time for it to happen.” He replied, blankly. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of looking her direction just yet.