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pleaaaase come say hi/come follow/come chat abojt writing (or art)! if it flops i’ll stick with tumblr bc my god it’s like an echo chamber over there

V says to me with no authority or knowledge of MY-HEART-AND-SOUL-HUSBAND whatsoever. ;)

Adam had spent years, years, making a name for himself on the independent circuit. He was now not at all like he had started. The sweet innocent heel had become a force to be reckoned with. He was experienced, with an entirely different feel about him than when he’d started.

You had seen those changes in him. At first, they had been close up, as you too had worked to be a wrestler. But then, the dream had faded, as you realized you didn’t have what it took to be a name-brand women wrestler. The competition was much harder for women, with fewer opportunities and exposure. You were good, but you weren’t great. You had to make choices in order to survive, to pay your bills, and wrestling wasn’t that.

It was easy to fall in love with Adam when you had first known him. He was smart even if a bit calculating. He liked to make people laugh, and he liked to win by any means necessary.

When you’d walked away from wrestling, you had ultimately walked away from Adam too. He was just starting to hit his stride in his first reign as ROH World Champion. You were at a low point and needed to make some changes. He had understood, hadn’t put up too much of a fight on the matter. You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t care for you like you cared for him, or if he was just too focused on himself to understand what you were going through.

Watching him become hardened, more calculating, more self-centered from a distance was bittersweet. You saw less and less of the man you knew, and what contact you kept with previous coworkers confirmed that he wasn’t who he used to be.

The plan had always been to never be in person near him again, but plans don’t always work out.

You’d initially taken a job as a hostess at a small restaurant in the city. You’d easily worked your way up to assistant manager, and then manager. The owners were a couple not much older than you, and you became close with them. They trusted you to take care of their business, and you enjoyed your job.

Few people knew of your wrestling past. You looked nothing now like you did then, hair longer, darker. Your wardrobe was toned down, business-like, not at all like the bright and sparkly attire you’d worn in the ring. Even outside of work you wore more sundresses and t-shirts, no longer feeling like you had to show off your body or look sexy on sight.

With your new life, you never anticipated seeing a handful of Ring of Honor wrestlers walking in one night, and certainly not with Adam Cole front and center in the group.

The second your eyes met his, you felt stuck in place, stuck in your body. Your brain was running a marathon, but you couldn’t physically react. You knew he knew it was you. Thankfully, it seemed no one else with him was paying you any mind.

Adam kept his gaze on yours as the new hostess led the group past you, towards the dining room. You held your breath as he fell to the back of the group, being the last one to walk by.

His voice was low, just above a whisper, meant only for you to hear. He didn’t even break stride as he spoke.