Well, it has been years since I've been here and I'm honestly surprised with myself that I'm posting again. When Punk left, the inspiration to write left too. Now he's back and I find my brain going again. I went from casually catching Raw and Dynamite to religiously watching Dynamite and Rampage. Which brought back Jessica and Phil and how they'd be in today's world. I could tell you that after all these years they weren't together in my mind.

AEW and their talent own all the names you know. I own Jessica. Hope you guys like it!

~August 20th, 2021~ Jessica's POV

The building was buzzing. Everyone was talking in excited whispers of the possibility of what could happen on tonight's show…everyone but me. I was filled with an uneasy sense of dread and a lack of ability to breathe. When people saw me walk by they didn't much as breathe in my direction as if I'd shatter. It's been so long since I've gotten pity looks like this and I hate it. I tugged on my Inner Circle vest and kept my head down walking no where. I couldn't go to my brother, Chris', locker room. He'd handle me with kid gloves and I didn't want that.

"Maybe he won't come back." I whispered to myself, letting out a long breath. I finally found a production crate with no one around and I sat, waiting to know if my whole world would be flipped. The show was starting in a few minutes and people are starting to run frantically. I closed my eyes waiting to hear the familiar music. What once brought me butterflies and excitement to hit the crowd together has turned into waiting for an execution. I began to count my breaths when it hit, hard.

"Look in my eyes, what do you see…the cult of personality…" blared through the backstage.

I was almost positive I was going to throw up.

The crowd on the other hand was going crazy, some people even cheered backstage. I'm sure that some of those people even know what he did to me. Tears stung my eyes.

"Don't let him do this to you." I said out loud. I got up and began to walk again. Somehow my legs betrayed me and brought me out next to the stage where others have gathered to watch him. I felt a pang deep in my stomach, he looks so happy and healthy, much different from the last time we had seen each other when I left the ring on the table 7 years ago.

"You guys really know how to make a kid feel like Britt Baker in Pittsburg." The crowd cheered as he began to speak, I began to shake at the sound of his voice. He began to talk about how he hadn't prepared what to say. He kept going about how he never thought he'd be back. I dug my nails in the palms of my hands as he apologized for leaving, but that he had to in order to get healthy.

"Where's my apology?" I thought to myself.

"I had to go, I had to get healthy…I got married…" The crowd cheered. I felt an arm come around my shoulder. I looked up to see Jon Moxley looking back at me saying nothing. He squeezed my shoulder and went back to looking at him.

"…unfortunately that person I married took advantage of my mental state and made things worse…but I managed to come back from that too and free myself from her manipulation." He sternly said to cheers in the crowd.

My heart stopped and my whole body stiffened. He's divorced? After all that pain and pushing away and surprise whirlwind romance he divorced her. Mox squeezed my shoulder again.

"You don't have to watch this." He gruffly whispered in my ear. He must have sensed my change in being.

"I'm fine." I weakly said back.

"I don't believe that, but I'll stay as long as you want to be out here." I patted his hand as a silent thanks and stared dead ahead at the ring.

Phil is back. He's divorced. He's not going anywhere.

Phil's POV

I let the crowds cheer wash over me. Never in a million years did I think I'd be back out here, enjoying it as much as I was. They all took me back, as if what happened never did. They understood why I left, why I had to leave. My new coworkers watched from the back also seemingly okay with my reasons.

I continued to talk to the crowd about why I picked AEW. There are so many great talents and I can't wait to work with them. While what I was telling them was true, it wasn't the whole truth. There was a much bigger reason I chose to come to AEW. It was the only way to get to her.

Jessica Irvine was truly the one who got away, well more like forcibly pushed away. I was so messed up 7 years ago I never realized what I was doing. I was slowly and then aggressively pushing the love of my life away. Everything she did back then was an annoyance or a reminder of what I was trying to leave behind. Eventually I told her I was done, I didn't want to get married, I didn't want to marry her or stay with her. I wanted her gone and she listened, leaving just her engagement ring behind.

I wish I could tell myself how stupid I was, how I was pushing away the one person who was there for me, who loved me and was ready to go through hell to help me come back to who I was, and I fucked it up.

"I had to go, I had to get healthy…I got married…" The crowd cheered. Little do they know I'm about to shatter their rose colored glasses for the former "crazy chick".

"…unfortunately that person I married took advantage of my mental state and made things worse…but I managed to come back from that too and free myself from her manipulation." I sternly said to cheers in the crowd.

I looked towards my new coworkers and spotted her. She was just as beautiful as when I last saw her. She was wearing her Inner Circle vest, the word goddess printed on her side.

"They got that right." I thought to myself. I felt my heart skip a beat, something it hasn't done in years.

"I guess my hearts not dead." I thought to myself and smirked. I stared at her a bit longer as I watch Jon Moxley hold her close to him. While I know she wasn't feeling good things because of me, it made me happy I still effected her.

"Wait one second," I said into the mic. "Possibly for me this is the most important thing I am going to say right now. This is for everyone here who bought a ticket, everyone at home, for everybody in the back…" I stared right at her, this time she stared right back.

"If at all through my journey, any of my personal choices or decisions I made in my life made you feel disappointed or let down…" the crowd began to object.

"Let me just say it." I started again, "Let me just say I understand if you all try to understand that I was never going to get better physically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally if I stayed in the same place that made me sick in the first place." The crowd cheered. Jessica removed herself from Jon's arm and headed back. It stung that she couldn't stay for the whole thing, but I don't blame her. I would have turned away from me too.

"I'll win you back." I thought to myself, "I'll make everything right."

Jessica's POV

"Fuck you Phil Brooks. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." I thought to myself as the tears hit my eyes. The faster the tears rolled the faster my legs moved. I was full on crying when I ran into someone. They grabbed the sides of my arms, I looked up to see Sammy Guevara with eyes full of concern. The rest of the Inner Circle was behind him, my brother included all with the same faces. No one spoke, until Sammy cleared his throat.

"Uhh, Jess…do you think you could accompany me to the ring tonight?" He asked. I wiped my tears from my eyes, no use in hiding it when they could clearly see.

"Yeah, Sammy. No problem." I said sniffling.

"Jessie…" my brother started.

"Save it Chris." I said pushing past them all. Phil's segment was ending and I had to hide until Sammy's match. Chris tried to come after me but Jake stopped him, letting me go. I let out a shaky breath as I hastily walked to the Inner Circle locker room. The second my door shut I let out a loud sob.

It had been 7 years. I should be over this, I should have moved on. I dated others, took a chance on a new company, teamed up with my brother for the first time in our careers and I'm here crying over someone who doesn't deserve it. He shouldn't be allowed to ruin all I've done over 7 years and yet he is.

I wiped my tears again, trying to suck it up so I could be on TV. We were coworkers now and I had to get used to it. I had to learn to live and work along side him.

This isn't going to be easy.

That's it! Let me know what you think, hopefully I've shook off my 7 years of rust!