A/N: I decided to write a very short one-shot. Not all ends well with this one. Enjoy.

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"And just like that, my lovelies, another night with you has ended," the singer on stage said into the microphone as the music of the band faded away. "I'd like to remind you to tip your waiters and your bartender as you wrap up tonight's festivities and head on home, safely. And please come back tomorrow night for more music in the night. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your evening."

Seth watched as Dixie stepped away from the microphone and pulled her earpiece out, handing it to the stage director. She ruffled her short, black hair and walked off stage, letting her band do their own thing. She looked exhausted but alive by the time she made it to the bar beside him.

"Save me a drink, hon?" she asked, taking the stool beside him.

"Always," Seth said, sliding her favorite drink in front of her. "You were great tonight, Dix."

"Nah," Dixie brushed him off with a small smile. "They're not even my own songs. I didn't have my Muse in time to write up some new songs for the band. And well, sometimes you've got to go to the people that already have albums out."

Seth slid a hand over hers and squeezed. "You'll get there."

And he really did believe that she would. Dixie was a night club entertainer, but her dream – her band's dream – was to become famous for more than playing at night clubs. They wanted to sell albums and make music videos professionally. See the world and sell out concert tours.

One day, it'll happen was his promise to her. Something to keep her going.

"And how was your trip?" Dixie asked, after taking a sip of her drink. "I tried to record your show on my tv, but you know how the old thing is." She rolled her eyes at the thought of her old DVR and Seth understood. "Did you win your match against what's his face?"

Seth nodded. "It was over in less than five minutes, Dix. So you didn't miss much."

I wish you could come see me sometime.

Dixie's eyes were sad. "Don't say that. You were probably fantastic out in the ring, hon. Giving him this and that." She sighed. "I hate that I work such late hours that I can't get around to watching you in the ring when you're away. It's not fair that you always come see me whenever I sing. And…"

Seth watched as she shook her head and looked away, losing her thoughts in her drink.

It was no lie that their relationship was a hard one. While he travelled all over the place with the WWE as a Superstar, she hardly left town to do more than a few gigs. They'd met by chance after one of her shows, hit it off after talking, and started dating shortly afterward. But then his career had taken off and he was on the road a lot more, taking away time for the two of them. She'd be asleep when he stopped by her house or it would be late and she'd be performing while he crashed at his place. There seemed to be no winning, except on his rare vacations.

And Dixie never once complained. She would cuddle him when he slept and make the effort to wake up with the help of head scratches and a strong cup of coffee. They'd cuddle on her bed with plates of eggs and sausage or bacon depending on what she had at that moment, trying to keep her cat from stealing anything. She kissed him goodbye and welcomed him back every single time with a smile on her face.

But this is torture, Seth thought, watching her as she talked quietly to the bartender. I can't keep disappearing from her life and thinking that it's fair to come back just because I have a job that makes it possible. It's not fair. Not to her.

"Come dance with me, Seth," Dixie said, pulling on his hand.

"Will you sing me a song?" Seth asked, looking at her with a small smile on his lips.

God, I hate myself.

"Sure."

Seth escorted her away from the bar and gathered her in his arms, slowly swaying with her. Dixie's fingers stroked the back of his neck and she started singing one of her love songs that she'd written with a member of her band for his girlfriend, but held a special place in both their hearts. Seth listened to the words and felt his heart crack a little.

"Seth, you're strangely quiet today," Dixie commented, stopping the song as she stroked his neck and swayed with him. "Care to share what's on your mind?"

Seth shook his head. "I just don't feel right doing this…"

"Doing what?"

"Treating you this way," Seth muttered, staring at the world, but not seeing it. "You deserve so much better."

"Hon, you're talking nonsense."

"No, I'm not." Seth pulled slightly away from her and looked into her eyes. "I'm treating you like you're dispensable, worthless. When I should be treating you like you're the most precious thing in the world to me. You deserve a man that's going to do that. Who comes around as much as possible and fits his schedule around yours. You deserve a man that makes you happy and comes to your shows and supports you and, Dix, I haven't done any of that."

Dixie put her hands on either side of his face and pulled his face down to her level, resting her forehead against his. "Now see here, Mr. Bigshot. Do you think I have a problem with you? Because I don't. I fell in love with you. Even with all the periods of time that I don't see you. Even with our crazy schedules. It's hard, yes. But we've survived, haven't we?"

Seth closed his eyes. "Dixie, I don't think it's fair though."

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Dixie asked, her voice heavy.

"I don't know," Seth mumbled, shaking his head. "I love you with all my heart. I just can't get it out of my head that you deserve better."

Dixie pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I love you too, hon, but if this is too hard…we can both walk away as friends?"

Seth's heart cracked even more. The thought of actually losing her, killed him. He held onto her tighter until her body was flush against his and their breath mingled. Dixie stroked his face with soft fingers, the bangles on her wrists clinking softly. Both of them had their eyes shut.

"Sing me one more song, Dix," Seth begged, knowing that Fate was a bitch.

Dixie's breath hitched as she started singing, filling the emptying nightclub with the sound of two hearts breaking in the night.

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A/N: Told you it was short. I ran out of steam because I haven't eaten in twelve hours. So, pardon me. Thank you for reading and please leave a comment in the little box. -Scarlet