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Constance POV

I had gotten to know Matt really well over the last month. We had started to hang out more when he was home from the road. I had also gotten really closed to Beth and Nattie. I was glad to make new friends, because they started to send people my way for my business.

I got along with everyone except for Phil. I didn't really care, but I knew that Matt didn't like that he wasn't nice to me. I really didn't care.

I had just gotten home from having dinner with Bryan (Daniel Bryan). We had started talking more and gone out a few times. He was a really nice guy. Matt had actually set us up, so I was glad for that.

I walked outside on the patio and was looking at my Ipad when a voice startled me.

"Are you really happy with him?" they asked me and I smirked. I already knew who the voice was without looking.

"What does it matter? You are the one who left me that night and told me that you didn't care anything about me." I shot back as I heard them chuckle.

"You haven't changed since I was in TNA or ROH." He said and I nodded.

"I must have because Bryan doesn't recognize me." I said and finally looked up at him.

He hadn't changed much. He had the same dark hair just a little shorter than normal, a few more stress lines on his face, and a lot more tattoos down his arms than the last time I had seen him. I finally looked up and my eyes met his perfect hazel ones.

"Finally given up on painting your nails or coloring them in with sharpies?" I asked him as I stood up.

"Yeah, I guess I did, or you weren't there to paint them." He shot back.

"You broke up with me, Phil." I said and he smirked.

"Oh, but you really didn't break up with me… you just left." I said and he looked down.

"So, why are you over here? I figured that you were still over at Matt's telling him how you hate me or think that there is something off about me." I asked him as I picked up my stuff and started towards the door. I knew Phil well enough to know that he was going to be right behind me.

I walked in and sure enough I turned around to see him shutting the patio door. I sighed as I sat my stuff down.

"Doesn't being over here some how screw up your plan to get Matt to stop talking to me?" I asked him, but I didn't hear anything. I turned around and Phil was right on me. I wanted to say something, but his hands slipped though my hair and his lips crushed against mine. I moaned as he pulled me closer.

"I see that you finally embraced the curls." He said and I sighed. I looked at him and I saw a lot of emotions in his eyes. It was the same look that was in his eyes the last time I had stood toe to toe with him.

Flashback:

I had just gotten back to our apartment with groceries. Phil was supposed to cook tonight, but knowing him he probably just got a pizza. I was fine with that, but I used to joke that it would make him fat one day.

I pushed open the door and the place was unusually silent. I put the stuff down and spotted some of Phil's bags packed by the door. I knew that he was going on the road to another show, but it looked like he was going for a while.

I looked up to see him and Bryan (Daniel Bryan)coming out of our bedroom. I was used to them being here, but something didn't seem right.

"I will be outside." Bryan said as he walked by, grabbing one of Phil's bags, and not even looking at me.

"What's going on?" I asked Phil.

"It's just not working Constance." He said and walked over to his bag.

"So, you're just leaving?" I asked him and he sighed.

"Yes." He said as he started towards the door.

"Have fun with your redheaded bitch." I said and turned to go back into the kitchen. I waited and heard the door slam shut.

I slowly turned around, hoping this was nightmare, and Phil was really gone. I looked around and everything seemed to lonely now. I noticed that anything of Phil's were gone. The only thing left was a Misfits hoodie hanging in the back of my closet. I held onto it and knew that one day I would give it back to him.

Phil POV

I was staring into Constance's blue eyes as she took in everything around us. I knew that she probably still hated me for leaving her that night, but I hated myself just as equally bad. I had wanted her to know that. I had left her for Maria and my WWE career, but it wasn't worth it.

"Why are you really here?" she asked me.

"I couldn't ignore you any longer." I said and she bit her bottom lip.

"How did you figure out it was me?" she asked me.

"Your wings… I was there when you got them. He said and I nodded.

"How did you know it was me?" I asked her after a second and he sighed.

"You haven't changed much at all." She said as she ran her finger over my shirt where my 'straightedge' tattoo should have been. I still tensed at her touch.

"I miss you." I admitted as I pulled her in for another kiss, but instead she blocked me.

"I would be lying if I didn't say there were times that I missed you. I mean, when I say you I didn't know if I wanted to jump you or break your nose." she said and I nodded.

"I'm sorry." I said and she pushed me off her.

"I didn't want you to hate me." I whispered as she walked towards the door.

"Yeah, well, you have done a great job convincing your friends that you hate me for no reason. I guess that's the best way not to get hurt… is to just shut it out." She said and I felt my heart crack.

"Con…" I was saying, but she held up her hand.

"No, you don't get to call me that anymore. All that I am to you is just Matt's neighbor that you hate." She said with tears in her eyes as she opened the door and pointed for me to leave.

"I will fight for you." I said as I walked to the threshold of the door.

"I don't care what you do anymore, Phil… I learned long ago that you have a harsh exterior. I tried to break it down once, but I am not going to try it again." She said and I sighed. She really had given up on me. I just didn't want to give up on her.

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