"Glenn, wai—oh!" The door slammed quick enough for Marian to stop on her tracks. She was 3 seconds short to get his attention again. She let out a sigh and stared blankly at his door feeling bad for him and on how it all turned out. Marian slapped her forehead to curse herself…

"Well there goes your Buena Mano, bitch! Well done…"

She leaned her back on the wall and ogled at door named 227. She didn't really mean to insult the big guy and knew that for a fact everything was her fault. Worse part was, it only added guilt to her heart. She was not that superstitious but she has read that, according to a Feng Shui book, bad luck brings to any business if the first customer ends up unhappy. Thinking it logically made sense, she applied this rule. What would she have to lose, anyway?

Oh yeah, him…

Marian's thoughts of ways on how to get him back signaled through her head. As she recollected one wave at a time, her lips bended broadly that it already showed her teeth. She happily straightened herself and skipped back to her place just as if a light bulb floating on her head has turned on…

She just had an idea.

"…you've never been like this! Something horrible enough to stop you must have been up. Please tell me those Goddamn TSAs had nothing to do with this."

Glenn rolled his eyes and huffed. He stopped unpacking for a moment to switch the phone to his other ear, "uhh… fortunately I've not been held up yet again… look Vince, I really apologize for my tardiness but I'll be on the next flight and I might just catch up on the show. Right now, I'm actually on my wa—"

"—actually you know what; I've been thinking this as a blessing in disguise for both you and the WWE." Vince's voice pitched as he distracted his talent and continued, "Stephanie and I just had a meeting with regards to Smackdown's storyline changes and apparently my daughter plans to have you represent the brand again…"

Glenn totally stopped packing his stuff and sat down on the bed, "…Of course we don't want Kane to be mentally unstable in the process –okay maybe we do— but you get my point." Both chuckled with Vince's humor to lighten the situation up a bit.

Little did everyone knew that despite the crazy decisions, urban stories, and those controversial curtain calls, deep down his demented heart he cared about his Superstars and made himself much easier for them to work with as possible. Glenn himself saw this side and knew how just his luck is to have a boss like Vince McMahon.

"Consider this as a time for you, Glenn. Just find yourself again; damn it... and that son of a bitch Kane while you're at it would you?"

"I'll start planning some evil crap after this conversation."

"I bet Linda you would."

"Naw thanks, you can keep her…"

He can picture Vince's lungs full of life while hearing the man laugh aloud. After a while, the boss concluded that ahead of his vacation leave would be an arranged meeting with the rest of the Creative team regarding on the said plans for Kane. Both bid their goodbyes and hang up next.

Glenn remained seated on the edge of the bed and not moving. His kept repeating Mr. Mcmahon's words whereas it rang louder inside his head.

Just find yourself again...

How easy these words are to say? He had been far from himself then on the time when divorce papers approved on court. Thinking he got married for almost 20 years ago before his ex-wife could have made her mind earlier, it would definitely take more than a week to search what's been missing. He loved her. He worshipped her. However, those did not stop her from throwing the wedding ring out of her index to his chest...

…..

Glenn's hand involuntarily caught the ring that flew the way to his heart. The platinum embraced with 24karat-relieved diamonds felt cold compared to his sweating palm. Its stones sparkled brilliantly as it reflected on his eyes although the building tears from them blocked this lovely sight.

Heart ached and knees felt weak when he tried to stop himself from breaking down. He fought his sanity back by stiffening his own body with his judgment on her. She was not looking back but she can feel him seeing her. With that, she bit her lip and spoke…

"I don't love you, Glenn. I just -I just don't believe I still could anymore."

"Is there someone else?"

He tried to calm down forming a lump on his throat. He was still staring at his wife who didn't reply yet obviously trembled as she closed her eyes. She still felt his eyes on her like it were daggers piercing through her soul. She was frightened and he knew that even though on her hard efforts to breathe easy. He took this as an advantage as he barked,

"Tell me!"

"Yes! Yes… Oh my god…"

She couldn't take the pressure anymore just when her head bent down and her hands jammed against her face. Her trembles transformed into a suppressed cry. Her knees were weaker and so she sat down to save her strength. Meanwhile, Glenn just stood there trying to find the next words to tell her next. His fist clenched firmly yet as quiet as possible, he cleared the lump that formed down his gullet earlier and started again…

"Is he worth it?"

She removed her hands away from her and straightened herself quickly after hearing him ask. The eyeliner smudged all over her eyes and some shaped like dried teardrops. Her breaths were going much faster. She shrugged her shoulders and bit her lip once more before them shuddered,

"Please don't hurt him…"

Glenn couldn't help but hoot over at the woman's reaction. She pleaded him not to hurt her lover. How romantic, he ironically thought. His stomach churned in disgust looking at his wife and imagining her doing indecent things with a random man. Well, whoever he was must have a hell of a dick to make her throw a million-dollar ring at him.

He smirked as evil he could look like as Kane at her. He rolled the ring between his fingers before contracting his hand and then putting it in his pocket. She nearly jumped to her seat the minute he slowly walked going near her. When he already was, Glenn bended his legs reaching down so he could be face to face in front of her. They both stared at each other's eyes for the last time then he quickly moved his head to one side of her ear and whispered…

"You know I really feel about that bastard? I feel sorry for him," He firmly held the armrest by means of pulling himself nearer to growl yet lowly, "Because having you is enough punishment for him to go through…"

Glenn stood up afterwards as he smoothed down and wiped the sweat off both his palm against the denim he was wearing. He looked down at her who was gaping on a different direction. Taking a sharp breath subsequently, he faced and marched the way to the door. As he was about to exit, He caught her having a glimpse of him leaving. It didn't matter to him anymore just as he closed the door shut.

It was over.

…..

Not noticing the tears running down his face, Glenn stayed on the bed looking up at the ceiling. He wanted to laugh as much as he would like to cry on what happened. Still, in the end, he knew signing the divorce papers were official. He loved her. He worshipped her… and his freedom from her was what he got back.

He just realized it isn't such a bad thing after all. In fact, it was definitely on the bright side. He wiped the tears from his face and exchanged them with a content expression.

He's a free man now.

Strong knocks coming from the door suddenly distracted him out of his wits. He remained glued onto his bed just staring at the beaten piece of rectangle at his right side. Another set of knocks came on that finally convinced him to get up and answer it. Assuming Little Miss Impossible to be a little too embarrassed after what happened this morning, he expected it was Mr. Santos set to confirm him about his stay in the building. Glenn turned the knob and pulled the door over him.

"Note to self: Assumption is the momma of all fuck-ups!"

Marian was standing there. Now all dressed and prepped-up in a 50s inspired floral dress that worked down its way to the knee. He can tell she wasn't wearing much make-up and that she wore her soft brown curls down, too. Glenn looked at her face in awe as it looked like it was full of hope. Silence dominated their surroundings for 3 minutes and they didn't seem to notice.

When she lastly did, her mouth opened a bit and there came out a raspy sound, "H-hi…"

"Hi..." His poker face seemed as his lips curled up.

Just find yourself again...