"What's wrong, flowergirl?" He asked as she let out a sigh.
"Your fans," she answered and held up her phone.

He pulled his kingslayer shirt on and walked over to give her a kiss.

"Forget about them, Rose. You're the one I love," he said.
"Do you even read what they write sometimes?" She asked.
"Sometimes," he answered.
"Listen to this one. 'I'm gonna find Seth's bitch girlfriend, tie her up, fuck him in front of her and then we'll slit her throat together.' She even tagged you in the tweet so you must have seen it. You're always glued to Twitter," she said.
"Yeah, I saw it. What does it matter anyway? It's not like I would ever do that," he said.
"Do you even care?" She asked frustrated.
"It's just words," he said.
"It still hurts," she said. "I don't think I can do this anymore."

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in to rest her head on his chest.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He asked.
"I don't know. Ask them to stop or at least block the creepy ones. Just do something," she answered.
"You want me to stop wrestling?" He asked.

She pushed herself out of his arms fast and looked at him in disbelief.

"What? No! How can you even think I want that? You love wrestling. It's your life. I would never want you to stop doing that," she said.
"Okay, okay, just making sure where you stand. Look, I gotta go. My match is up soon. Can we talk about this later?" He asked.
"You always say that but we never actually talk about it," she said.
"We will. Later, okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, fine," she answered.

He gave her one more kiss and headed for the door.

"I love you, flowergirl," he said before disappearing out of it.
"I just wish you loved me as much as you love wrestling," she said lowly to herself once he was gone.

There was a knock on the door two minutes later and Roman stuck his head in.

"Hey Rose, is Seth here? Our match is up next," he said.
"He already left for it," she answered.
"Are you alright? You don't look so good," he said.
"Just another one of his fucked up fans getting to me," she answered.
"Again? He should start blocking them like the rest of us do. We all get our share of crazy fans," he said as he walked over to give her a hug. "What is it this time?"
"Oh, just someone wanting to fuck him in front of me and then slit my throat. You know, the usual," she said.
"Damn, he really gets the psycho ones from time to time," he said.
"Tell me about it," she growled.
"Look, I gotta run. Are you sure you'll be alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered.

He flashed her a smile and walked back to the door.

"Roman?" She asked.

He turned around and looked at her.

"Will you take care of him?" She asked.
"I'll talk to him," he answered.
"No, not talk to him. Will you take care of him for me?" She asked.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine out there. He's one of the safest workers in the ring. But yeah, I'm right there by his side. I'm not gonna let anything happen to him," he said.

20 minutes later Roman and Seth entered the locker room together. Their moods were high as they had just had a great match against Luke Gallows and Karl Anderson and come out victorious.

"Flowergirl?" Seth called out as they entered. "Hmm, she's not here."
"Probably in catering or the bathroom," Roman said and sat down on a bench.
"Probably. Gonna hit the shower while we wait then," Seth said.

He walked over to get his towel from his bag. The first thing he noticed when he opened it was a piece of paper lying on top. He instantly got a bad feeling. With shaky hands he took it out and read it.

"No no no no no no..." For each no his voice got louder and louder.
"What's wrong?" Roman asked and got up from the bench.

Seth sat down, his head in his hands, as he reached the paper to Roman.

"I love you, Seth, but I can't do this anymore. Call me a coward or a bitch for leaving without telling you face to face but I know you will talk me into staying if I do and I can't do this anymore. It might just be words but they hurt so deep.

Say whatever you will about our break up to the press and I'll back you up, even if you're so mad that you wanna make me out to be some sort of cheating bitch. I'll go with whatever you say as long as you come out on top. Your career is the most important thing in this and you need to protect that.

You are meant to be in that ring. You are meant to leave a legacy like no other. So go out there night after night and show them all who Seth Rollins really is. Keep pushing boundaries and knocking down walls until you're the one standing on top looking down on everyone else. Don't let me down. You know I'll be watching."

Suddenly it dawned on Roman what she had really meant when she asked him earlier to take care of Seth. She wasn't nervous about the match. She wanted him to take care of him in general.

"Shit, Seth, I'm so sorry," he said.
"Drive me to the hotel. Maybe it's not too late," Seth said.

15 minutes later he opened the door just to see her stuff was already gone. She had worked fast. He sat down on the bed and finally the tears started falling as he realized she really was gone. Roman sat down next to him and put his arm around his shoulders.

"She's really gone, Roman," Seth cried.
"I'm sorry," Roman said.
"I didn't listen. I heard everything she said but I didn't listen. She was hurting," Seth said.
"This lifestyle isn't for everyone," Roman said.
"But I should have done something. I should have spoken up, used Twitter to call out the fucking haters, fucking blocked them like she asked me to," Seth said angrily.
"Yeah, you should," Roman said.
"I gotta call her. I gotta talk to her," Seth said as he pulled out his phone.

It went straight to voicemail and he roared in frustration.

"Do you know where she might be? The airport or the trainstation?" Roman asked.
"On the road. The rental is in her name so she probably took it. It's a long trip home from here. She's gonna be on the road for hours. Shit, what if she falls asleep behind the wheel and crashes?" Seth said.
"Now you're seeing ghosts. She's a skilled driver. Just let her go home. She'll turn on the phone eventually," Roman said.

Seth nodded as he looked at his friend.

"Roman?" He asked.
"Yeah?" Roman asked.
"I messed up, didn't I?" Seth asked.
"Big time," Roman answered.
"Do you think I can fix it?" Seth asked.
"You tell me. You know her better than I do," Roman answered.