He stares intensely at the fallen object. A malicious smile spread across his hidden face. He had won the war against Maryse. The source of his pain was now gone. He had never thought he could be wrong. The pain would haunt him. Follow him and speak to him every chance it got. He never realized that something no longer alive could torture him.
He remembers that night so clearly. The night all of his pain fell to the ground. He held her heart in his hand. The sickening red blood was everywhere. It never bothered him. It smelled sweet. It smelled like victory.
The smell now burns his nostrils. He sees her all the time. He had her heart figuratively and literally and she wanted his for revenge. One night he had dreamt he saw her rip his heart out. He woke up and felt nothing inside his chest. Then he remembered he had not felt anything there since that night.
He never left the house after that dream. He did not want people questioning his paranoia. He clung to the box that held her precious heart. He watched her stare at him with a small smile and someone's heart in her hands. He thought she was taunting him. He thought she was saying that she could steal someone's heart too.
He was ashamed of himself. The pain was still there. He could not face himself. He was going crazy. He had to prove he was stronger than her. He had to look himself in the eyes. The covered up mirror in the middle of the hallway, her favorite object in the house, was his only option. He took the blanket off the dusty mirror and froze in shock.
The mirror showed Randy Orton on the ground. Randy's chest had been ripped open. There was nothing where his heart should have been.
Looking closer at the mirror, two faint figures could be seen. Both exchanging stolen hearts with equally malicious, and yet joyous, smiles.