Dean pov

Monday night Raw everybody! Yip, tonight is Raw and I just finish everything I had scheduled for tonight, my segments, match and interruption of a match. It is safe to say Raw was a Dean fill event and the crowd loved it. I walk back into the men locker room, already getting the scent of wet socks and old soap mix with good cologne all mixed together creating a horrid stench. It shocks me how we even smell good after we leave this place. When I entered the blue and white locker room I was greeted by Kofi who had on his ear plugs jamming out to his music. He saw me a send me a quick head nod as I nod and went to my locker. I opened the silver locker and saw I had a half eaten sandwich, I pulled it out and took a bite before resting it back, saving the rest for later. I took my bag out and turn to see Kofi looking at me disgusted. "What?" I rudely asked him as I went back to where the showers are and stripped out my clothes. I entered into the stall that would smell like pee to some newbie but I gone nose blind to it. I close the curtain behind me and turn on the shower. I press my back against the wall but did nothing else. They weren't lying when they said that the shower is the best place to think. I remember when I thought I'd tell a next generation about my relationship with Brie. How we went true so much pain and trouble just to be together but it was all worth it and people would look up to us as a role models and we will be named the greatest couple of all time. But it seems like I'd have to tell them a different story. I'd still tell them how much sparks they were when we first kissed but I'll also have to say we broke up. And that is what I never wanted to say. I guess instead of people saying how lucky we are, they'd say of unfortunate it was. I shake myself out of all the thoughts and lean off the wall as I grab the soap and begin to actually shower myself.

When I was done putting on my black jeans and tank top I walked out the locker room and head to catering room. "Some freshened up." Stephanie complimented as she tap my shoulder and walked off. She is actually really nice backstage, once you stay on her good side. I took the compliment and walked in the overly crowed catering room. It happens sometimes, don't know how but it does, especially since they put a TV in it. I filled my plate with some mash potato and steamed fish. I then went to get a seat but noticed everywhere was packed. I looked at where Roman and Madison are giving me stink looks, that bitch better be thankful I get her a job she didn't even know of. I then look over to where Brie is, all the seats around her taken. I sighed knowing that if she was still mine I'd definitely have a seat next to her, I always had. I tore my eyes away from her and look around for an empty seat. I got one when Truth got up and I quickly rushed over to one seater. I don't even know where Brie and I stand now.

I look over to where Randy is sat with his bestie John laughing away, I balled my fist. He is somewhat the reason for this but I won't go back down that road. I got mad at her because a future HOF complimented her ring work! Work! I'd be proud if someone like him complimented me (even though many of them do). But what did I do? I got mad at her and started to argue with her, I wasn't even listening to her. Miscommunication which then lead to us falling out, which then lead to me walking out, which lead to the club, which lead to Jordan. Jordan lead to our break up. I hate that woman so darn much but not as much as I hate myself. I'm eating but my mind is somewhere else.

I wish she knew when I went to the club it was only for the music to distract my thoughts. To get my head my mind clear out, for one simple drink. I wish she knew that I tried to warned off Jordan. That I didn't went to the club to hook up with anyone like I did in the past. And most importantly I wish she knew I don't remember a thing that happened between Jordan and I after I tried to leave the club. I want her to know all these things but she build her walls Dean proof, I can't go through them.

Now I'm sitting all alone eating my food looking over at her. She looks down with a smile on her face but even from all the way over here I know it is fake. She is surrounded by Nicole, Wade, Nattie and Tyson but seems so alone. She seems so unhappy and it hurts me because I know it is all my fault. Looking at my beauty now, all I want to know is, is it killing her like it is killing me. I want to tell her sorry but I know she won't accept it and I don't know what to say. All I know since the whole Jordan thing happened our story isn't looking so good anymore.

After eating by myself and trying my best to stop gawking at Brie I'm now in an empty TV room watching Seth vs Luke. I don't want to go back to the hotel just yet. I just don't. Plus Seth always put on good matches so does Luke. I'm watching as Harper went into the cover but Seth kicked at two...like Cena. The door soon open and Brie walked in. I quickly turned my head away as I played with my shirt trying to focus back on the match. She walked in an sat on the next side of the couch, looking down at her phone like she hasn't seen me. The story I'd tell the future people or the people is how both of us were too childish to even talk to each other. I'm going even more crazy wanting to talk, touch, kiss her I'm losing it. I look over at her but she kept her eyes on the screen even though I know she knows I'm looking at her. I wish I was her pride so she could hold me like that.

Sure we had arguments before but we argue it out. This time we are silent, not saying one word. I think the ending of us is soon and it scares me. It irks me how I can't even remember being in bed with Jordan. We look at each other and send each other small fake smiles, like everything is okay. Why? Why are we doing this when everything is falling apart? I want to tell her that I miss and love her but I just don't know how. I'm shaking in my boots right now, it is like the silence is loud piercing sound and it driving me insane......well more insane. Why the hell is silence so darn loud? I wanted to grip onto my hair and start to pull at it. I can't take it, I really can't. Is the silence screaming at her like it is at me. It is driving me insane but I won't show it, can't have her see me like some wreck......which I am but she can't know that.

She was pulling on a lose thread on the couch with a blank face to match mine as I look at TV. Which one of us is doing the better of acting like we don't care? I don't know but we are doing a darn good job right now, I can tell you that. I hate it when we are fighting. I like it better when we are watching other couples fighting when we were on the same side laughing at them. Now we are going to war and she has all the weapons in the world but I would lay down mine if she tells she love me. I can tell she wish I knew certain things but I don't know what. All I know the story of us might be ending soon and our story turned into a tragedy.

(A/n: so I updated and what are your thoughts?chapter was inspired by....well based off of Taylor Swift- Story of us. 💫✨❤️)