In the darkness of the room he slowly opened his eyes, silence surrounded everything around him. The only sound he could hear was the softly breathing next to him. He looked down in his arms, just to find a petite blonde girl, laying on his chest, sleeping peacefully. He stared at her for a moment, then gently lent his cheek on her forehead, breathing her exotic smell. In her sleep she rubbed her body against his and tightened her grip on him, leaving a small sigh from her chest. He leaned down, gently kissing the tip of her nose, carefully brushing her hands away from him. Not wanting to wake her up he got out of bed quietly and took his way to the living room.

The cold of the floor where his bare feet was stepping couldn't get his attention while he was trying to remember the last time he didn't wake up during the night. Never mind how tired he was, never mind how exhausting day he had, his nights were always patchy and his sleep was often running away from him.
A deep sigh escaped from his chest as he reached the big kitchen to take a glass of water. Looking through the big window in front of him, he let his eyes to travel into the dark nothing outside the house. The night before his eyes made him shivered. He desperately wanted to sleep, but he knew that won t happen soon.

"Stupid sheeps. Ah'm once again convinced that yer existence is totally useless...". Annoyed he placed the empty glass on the counter and walked again to the living room. Sitting heavily on the sofa he switched the TV on and with boring look on his face started to switch the channels.

Everyone who knew him well would say that the reason for his insomnia was his job and the stress that comes with it. Despite how much he loved and adored what he's doing he couldn't denied that a little spare time for himself was something he was dying to have. But the life he was living now was the dream that never left his mind through so many years.
Dream for which he sacrificed absolutely everything, dream that had become into an obsession, idee fixe, dream that gave meaning to his life. To be a WWE Superstar cost him extremely much, but he adored every minute of it. It caught the opportunity to bring his reverie into reality. He had to fought tooth and nail and finally got the chance to reached his goal. Sitting here now, taking a stock he felt tremendous pride of what he was today.
A man of his own world.

He had the job he loved with everything in him, the best friends and the damn luck to work with them every day side by side, his loving and supportive family, and the money and the fame that comes with being a star. But still there was emptiness in his life, that left mark on him, causing him insomnia and many thoughts about the past.

He switched the TV off, lent his head back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. His thoughts flew to the sleeping woman in his bedroom. He stood up and slowly walked to their room. He stopped quietly before the door and stared at the body of Nicole, which was rhythmically rising and dropping slightly as she breathed in her sleep. He continued to stare at her with absently look until in his head imperceptibly invaded the thought of two sparkling green eyes. What it would be if the owner of these eyes was here, instead Nicole? What it would be if...
He shook his head nervously and covered his face with his hands.

Though his life was full, it definitely wasn't perfect. He was still suffering for something lost a long time ago, and he knew that this pain will never go away. His heart still ached when he was thinking about that day. The day that everything collapsed on his feet... The day he will never forget... Once he realized that the memory will torment him again, he cast a last look at Nicole and sluggishly passed the bedroom once again, going upstairs in his office.

He slightly pushed the heavy black door open and entered the dark room. His office was spacious, the wall opposite the door was all glazed and the moonlight was falling everywhere inside. On large glass shelves he treasured his WWE Championship and the United States Championship all together with his gold crown, which flashed in the low light from outside. On the other shelves, in frames there were all the covers of the magazines he was on, his action figures, some professional photos and a beautiful small white box. Near to that wall there was a big corner couch in light cocoa colour, in front of it was placed a low table from black glass with some fitness magazines on it. On the wall behind the big black desk, there was a huge glass frame where Stephen was putting the tickets from every show on Monday night. Just because he worked as a WWE wrestler didn't mean he wasn't a fan of it anymore, so he collected the tickets from all the shows he had appeared.

He leaned heavily on the leather chair and soared glance around the room. Thoughts that plague his mind for years were pioneering its path again. One "Goodbye" was still sitting in the back of his mind, causing him pain every time when the memory comes back. One woman, whose name none of his closest friends dared to mention still completely ruled his heart. A love that killed him little by little, day by day. One that hope still burned inside him, would never be quenched. But he knew that to be with her now was impossible. There was no chance again to feel the smell of coconut, the delicate skin of that girl, her kisses, her caress, her everything. He had lost her forever, he destroyed and buried everything that he created for her. Piece by piece...

The rain outside started to fall. The chaotic sound of the raindrops got stick in his mind. He felt so lonely and lost. His hand tentatively reached out to one of the drawers of his desk and opened it. There was nothing except one picture of him and a key ring. He stared at the subjects for a moment, then took them in his hand. He looked at the picture; him, in his old housing he shared with his mate Drew, back in time when they were still wrestling for the independent IWW. Both of them now working side by side for the giant in the industry of the entertainment struggles, WWE.

The picture was taken at his birthday, his arms were wrapped around someone who couldn't be seen, because it was ragged. He stared for a long moment at himself, smiling from the photo, a smile that now he couldn't even force himself to make. Pure happiness was shining through his eyes...but just like everything in this picture, the happiness was gone long time ago. He put the picture back into the drawer, and set his eyes on the key ring. A beautiful silver four-leaf clover on which was written "Dreams do come true..." He blinked few times, making the tears go away. Memories from that birthday started to whelm him like a tornado. He clenched the key ring in his fist and squeezed his eyes, his jaw was tight.
From his tightly closed eyelids a severe tear made its way down to his cheek.

Sign that he let these memories to poisoning him once again...