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Walking through the hallway, he could only hear his own footsteps. Apparently he was one of the last people to get out.
"Hey, Seth." He heard a familiar voice calling.
He shrugged it off. He wasn't going to get in more trouble. For now at least.
"Stop being a bitch and turn around." He heard this person growling.
Sighing, he slowly turned around in annoyance. He just wanted to sleep now, but his nightmare wasn't yet over.
"What the hell do you want now, Roman?" Seth grunted.
"I'm just glad that you're suspended for a week. You can't go out there pretending to be a fair champion, spitting on the whole sport with your pathetic presence." A dark laugh echoed in Seth's ears.
"I didn't see you beating me up at Wrestlemania, so you should go back to being a loser. You had your chance and you ruined it." It was Seth's time to let out a humorous laugh.
"You'll be sorry when I kick your ass." Was the last thing Roman said as he went back from where he came from.
No emotions were reveled in Seth's eyes and for a while now, it had been the same thing every night. He'd get used to it.
Laying down on his bed, bags left right beside the door, he was thinking that maybe he should get a drink. He wouldn't be working the next day anyways.
He decided to go to a bar nearby he'd previously seen before getting to the hotel. It didn't look like the best one around but it was something. He needed to forget about the whole night, even about his own existence.
Seth decided to change into some decent clothes after taking a quick shower, not too impressive since it'd be over soon then he'd go back to his room. He didn't want to talk or be with anyone at the moment, his heart feeling the sting of loneliness, a void carved so deep within his soul he didn't know if it could ever be filled again.
"Give me a beer, please." He uttered.
As soon as it was placed in front of him, he gulped it as fast as he could.
He turned his head slightly, watching everyone else having fun, like their worries had been washed off. Seth wanted to feel like that. He'd been carrying a burden too heavy for a person, for too long. He sighed.
He decided to ask for a strong liquor, he just wanted to sleep, and he knew it wasn't going to happen if his mind was going to be fluttering around the sorrow.
Taking sips from his glass, he thought how he had always known he'd sold his soul to the devil, maybe he was to blinded by the moment that he didn't think it'd be this torturous.
The half blond had started to notice that he couldn't focus his eyes on anything anymore, it was time to leave. Paying, he got off the chair he was on and made his path through the people mindlessly dancing around Seth, he wondered for a minute how someone could be awfully drowning but no one cared enough to have the time to ask.
So much selfishness.
He let out a small chuckle. It was an irony.
Seth's steps became more and more clumsy as the alcohol made its miraculous effect. He felt a lighter conscience but so did his feet. He slipped.
Hopefully nobody saw.
As he got up he dusted his jeans off, and resumed walking. The hotel wasn't as far as it seemed to be, he felt like he'd been walking for miles now. Until he finally saw the doors.
Seth walked in, and tried to walk by as fast as possible since he had to take care of what people saw. He wasn't allowed to drink anyways. His mind floated in some imaginary heaven, at least for now.
Laying down again, he kicked off his shoes, and quickly rolled over to his side and covering with the bed sheets, he drifted off to sleep.
"I loved you, Seth! You were my brother!" He heard Dean screaming again.
He had been living in pure self aggression since that day. He'd known Dean very well, and he knew his words came from the bottom of his heart. He wouldn't have lied over something as serious as that. He'd never heard him admitting his love for him until that day. Seth was skillful though, he played well, and his face showed unimpressed emotions. His heart had broke, like a glass dropped from a high place.
Falling down to nothingness.
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