Punk sat in the locker room, head down. He noticed that his girlfriend seemed sadder than usual.
"Hey Babe."
"Princess. Hey are you okay? You seem like you're upset about your breakup with the freak."
Tristen glared at Punk.
"Why would I be upset? I chose you."
"I just- You seemed like you really loved him, Tris."
She snarled and pinned him against the wall.
"He was a mistake! One I will never make again. I'm done talking about this, understand?"
"Yeah. Yeah I understand."
She let him go, then kissed him.
"I love ya, Punky."
"Love you, Princess."
Tristen closed her eyes and tried not to imagine Kane saying the exact same thing as a tear slowly trickled down her cheek, unseen.
Kane stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself. He knew it was a bad idea to get involved with a girl. It always ended badly.
"I'm not good enough for anyone."
"You and I both know that ain't true."
He turned to see Lita standing in the doorway.
"Amy."
"Hey Glenn. I heard about the little kid breaking your heart."
"She wasn't a little kid."
"She's sixteen, Glenn! How in the hell is that not a little kid, considering your age?"
He snarled.
"I loved her!"
"I know you loved her. But she wasn't smart enough to see that she had an amazing man right in front of her. Glenn, it's not gonna matter if you loved her or not, because she obviously doesn't love you."
"Don't you think I know that? I've been through it enough times, Amy."
Lita looked down. She remembered their disastrous storyline.
"I'm sorry. Just, maybe try and talk to her about why she did what she did, yeah?"
Kane sighed.
"I guess. But what if she lies to me again?"
"Then it's your decision."
Tristen walked through the halls, trying not to let anyone see her cry. She still had a reputation to protect.
She was so busy looking down that she didn't see the man she bumped into. Slowly, she brought her face up to see...
Her ex.
He stared down at her, looking at the tears running down her face. The air was still. Slowly, he brought a thumb up to wipe the mascara from her cheeks, but she turned her head away.
"Don't. I don't want your pity, Kane! I want you to yell at me, tell me you hate me."
"What good would that do either of us?"
"It would make it easier not to love you the way I do. To be with Punk."
"Is that what you really want?"
"I don't know. I don't know what I want anymore, Kane. All I know is that my heart keeps telling me one thing, but my head tells me that it won't work."
He watched her break down, falling to his knees beside her.
"Tris, look at me."
Tristen shook her head.
Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed her chin and turned her to face him.
"You made your choice. I didn't."
"But my choice was wrong!"
"That's too bad. You have to deal with it."
She wrapped her arms around him.
"I want you. Not him."
"I don't know if I can trust you, Princess. I'm sorry."
"I'll do anything, Kane. Please."
Kane stood up, lifting her to her feet and looking her in the eyes.
"Tell him you pick me at WrestleMania."
"But I-"
"You said you'd do anything."
She looked down, nodding.
"I'll do it. I swear."
He grinned.
"Swearing isn't good."
Tristen smiled.
"I missed that."
"Bet you did."