Okay, you may not know who these women are if you haven't read Tiffany's Story (or the sequel One Year)... If you have not please go and read them, otherwise you won't understand it. Thanks, I love you all
How long have I been her NXT rookie? How long have I been in love with her? Tiffany Lesnar. A diva. A person. A person with regular problems. How long have I believed she had no problems? How long have I believed she was super-human? I thought, believed she was perfect.
But there she is standing in front of me, her heart reaching out to me. "Jeffrey," There are bags under her eyes. She looks worn out. I blink, she's just one person isn't she? "You okay?" she asks, and I know I should be asking her that. I nod numbly, licking my chapped lips. My eyes meet her stressed ones, she looks like a raccoon. Dark, obsidian circles around her eyes from sleepless nights.
I know how much the pain of Matt's death has affected her, how much it has taken out of her. Her natural glow has disappeared and all I see is the black and white shell of what used to be. I can see it in those eyes. "You sure?" she asks, concern flooding in those orbs of pure pain.
"Yeah," I choke out softly, sadness restricting my voice slightly. Tiffany nods, and shrugs. Her blonde hair swishes behind her as she leaves me standing there. I love her, she's perfect to me. She's destroying herself, and I want it to stop. I can't make her though, it's not my place.