Those three words, a wrestling fanfic

It was great at first, the whispers of sweet nothings as we snuck away to have time just to us, away from his busy life. He made my stomach erupt with butterflies whenever I saw him even just on the TV, hoping that I'd be that girl to turn the bad guy good. It was fun, I must admit, probably the most fun I'd had in my life but no amount of fooling around could amount to just how desperately I wanted those three words to tumble from his lips. But they never came and he rarely came to see me anymore, he was across the country now and my bed had never felt colder. A few weeks away soon became a few months and by the time 6 months of me moping around came to, I felt lost without any physical contact from him.

"Hey beautiful," he smiled, the camera on his phone jittery as he sat in the car with his friends, one of them mocking him. "What are you up to?" I sighed, of course he didn't check the time difference but his smile was still as bright as always and that was enough to push a little of my selfish loneliness away, I bet he was just as lonely.

"It's 3am," I weakly forced a smile, trying to rub the tiredness from my eyes with the sleeve of my sweater. "How has work been?"

"Good, yeah good. Sorry, I haven't been able to talk recently; I've had a busy schedule." I nodded my affirmative, noticing his eyes never really looking at the screen.

"It's cool, hey Seth, I lo-"

"Baby, I gotta go." He said quickly. Whenever I tried to tell him, he'd shut down. Our conversations had been extra short recently, leaving me incredibly empty and alone without the company of my other half. That's why when the disconnect sound sounded and I didn't hear those three words, I sunk back into my bed, closing my eyes once more in hopes I would dream of it.

When I received a text from a good friend of mine to check twitter, I was confused but I did as directed, wondering what the hell was going on. Those three words were trending, my blood ran cold as I read number 1 'Seth Rollins nudes'. How was this possible? I was frozen in shock, my finger rapidly pressed the down key as I read all relevant tweets, my mind trying to catch up with the lump in my throat.

Lmao guys, relax. It was probably just sent to his girlfriend who got hacked.

Those pictures were definitely not sent to me, the sour word of 'cheating' burnt fresh into my mind but he wouldn't throw two years away, would he? My eyes shifted to the photo on my bedside table, it was a picture of us when we spent the weekend down at the lake, it was like all of the sudden, the happy picture wasn't so happy anymore. The picture felt like barely even a memory, it was like looking at a complete stranger. Honestly, I had no idea what to do. So I decided to sleep it off, maybe it was all just a bad dream and when I'd wake up, everything would be okay like it was last year.

I hadn't heard from him since the incident, a couple of weeks had passed and I hadn't had the courage to confront him or the nerve to break my own heart further than my thoughts of him cheating had. He hadn't bothered either, the few weeks without speaking made me know the inevitable was coming but it hurt nonetheless. I had been strong, up until he stood outside my door at midnight. I loved him with all my heart, maybe that was why when he said the three words 'I'm leaving you' it came as no surprise.

"Why?" The crack in my voice gave away the brewing tears. Those three words came like a curse.

"I love her."