‘ wh—–what do ye mean? ’ she felt her  h e a r t   b r e a k a little when paige spoke in such a way. they’d been friends for what? near a decade? maybe more? and now paige was telling her that she deserved BETTER than this. of course becky deserved better than someone who stabbed her in the back for her own personal gain two years prior, but the thing was, she didn’t w a n t  someone better than this. ‘ no, no. i’m not takin’ t’is. yer just… yer just a little confused right now wit’ everyt’ing goin’ on and—–and… ’ she felt tears come to her lids and she was on a ramble that she had no idea where it was going. she just knew she didn’t want to lose paige. not AGAIN.

                  ❛   'm such a fuckup.   ❜     Mumbled words passed through pale lips, dark eyes were lowered. During the last year, Paige’d had a lot of time to think. About her career, her actions, her LIFE. There wasn’t much she regretted; all she’d done had been done to try and flourish her career even further. Being raised in a wrestling family had certainly left her with less doubts and hesitation  &  much more feasibility, and relentlessness. However, there was one thing she never quite liked to remember  --  BETRAYING Becky; and Charlotte for that matter. Yet the betrayal on Becky had went a lot deeper, given the fact that they’d been friends for many years, and had known each other for much longer. Paige’d tried to ignore the pain she’d felt in her heart when she’d cut her off, but after all this time, it had gotten to her.  &  who could say that she wouldn’t do it again? Treachery was in her blood, she wasn’t a person someone should put all their faith in  --  she’d just HURT them again.    ❛   I’m no’ confused, Becks. I know how it is, how I am. Ya deserve better than someone who constantly hurts ev’ryone they’re close t’, deserve better than me.  ❜ 

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