Author's Note: By god, I'm so sorry for not updating as I promised you guys. I fail as a writer for you all – but this summer has honestly been super amazing for me. I've managed to move on, and even meet someone who's just fantastic and managed to even build up a social life. Ugh, I don't want to talk about myself right now, but I'm really sorry for not updating. So many ideas surging in my mind and yet I've yet to show them to you all. Especially watching The Shield, hearing about the backstage drama, and even things how they are progressing between AJ and Dolph certainly has sparked some ideas up in this crazy brain of mine.

I want to give a special thank you to all whom favourited and even followed the story – it means the world to me and I hope I don't disappoint. Also, a heartfelt thank you for all whom reviewed – guest, LeahMarie, SwittySwagger, 6, Stacie028, OnceUponALullaby, Dark Trickz, Em, xSamiliciousx, the Forever Infinity, Livin on the EDGE, and oz-angel1. Your thoughts seriously warm my soul so much. You guys are true motivators of this story.

I'm honestly planning on finishing this story the most up to thirty chapters. Because I seriously wish to proceed with This Unholy War and Stray Dog. I don't have to worry much about Drunk on Us seeing as I have a lot of it written up – I'm just tweaking around. Anyways – enough rambling! Let us proceed into the maddening life of Vivienne Soleil Lopez.

Disclaimer: I owe nothing that corresponds to the WWE except for Vivienne.

Chapter 18: It's Like Moving Mountains.

"If I have to snap your fuckin' neck to get it in that thick skull of yours that I don't want you not a damn inch close to my woman – I'll do it, got it Nicholas? Because in case you didn't know, I do not like one single inch of you, nor do I trust you for that matter." Both males found themselves outside the room where Vivienne was currently being attended to by the medics in the backstage arena. Of course, an encounter between Dolph and Dean would only result in the constant bickering. Security happens to be surrounding the two figures, making sure it doesn't lead to anything more than a vocal altercation.

"And what if she wants to huh? What if Vivienne herself likes being around me? The fuck you think you can do about that one Jon? It's not only on me, it's on her too." Dolph leaned against the opposite wall of Dean, backing away from him as he developed a smug look on his face, folding his arms neatly across his firm chest and slightly chuckling, while shaking his head.

"This is ridiculous. She should have the right to do whatever the fuck she wants, you're not her owner."

"Yeah well I'm sure if I was to tell her how you partook in that little game you and your crazy gal pulled on us I'm sure Vivienne would sure as hell want to see you, be with you, and even hug you ever so lovingly." Dolph at hearing the words instantly developed his face into that of worry, causing Dean to break out in laughter. "See, you're nothing. Nothing but a fuckin' fake. Now, you heed my warning. Tread lightly, or else." Calloused blues piercing themselves into a worry pool as Dean with one last glare, stepped inside the room where Vivienne was being tended to, leaving behind nothing more than a worried Dolph Ziggler – who knew he was stuck in a predicament. Dolph found himself walking backstage, without failing to kick a dent into the trash can.

"She's unconscious. But she's calm now. I'm sure after the show is done she can be woken up." Dean little to none paid attention to what the physician was telling him. And the doctor obviously took note that he was being ignored as he only nodded his head and stepped out the room, leaving Dean to be alas by side the woman he's craved so much to be with – and now to have her here, on a bed, without a single bit of conscious only seemed to pry into the darkest pits of his gut.

Placing his head in his hands, his fingertips combed through the wild auburn locks before he locked his eyes on her resting face. Normally sun kissed flesh, now white, deprived of all colours but that of the little shades of pinks on her cheeks, and the blues underneath her eyes. She hasn't been resting – he could tell that much. Or eating for that matter, she appeared skinner, which was something she was the complete opposite of for normally she's thick and toned. He found himself growing cold, little by little. Shaky hands reached out to those that rested on her sides, as he then held her frail hands in his own. She was cold, he was cold. He couldn't be of help at all.

Dean leaned his head to rest on her belly. He bit his bottom lip roughly as he looked up to her face. She made little to none noise. Small grunts from here to there, things he grew accustomed during the times they spent together in his home back at Cleveland, or her apartment in New York City. Randomly enough, who would've thought the thing that scares Vivienne Soleil Lopez would be frequent nightmares. Sleep was her enemy, her fear.

In the end, he always knew the only thing she was ever afraid of was herself, not him. And a part of him was jealous of that – that dark pit in him wished she was scared of him, how she is scared of herself. Dean only sighed, as he heard knocks on the door, and before he could stand up to open it – in came Seth with a look of worry already plastered on his face. Quickly their eyes locked into one another. For a moment that felt like more than ten minutes, but it was simply seconds before Seth cleared his throat and stood by side where his sister rested.

"How is she?"

"Doc said she's fine. She just needs to rest, grab a bite to eat when she wakes up from after the show to turn back to normal."

"What happened?" Seth pushed back red tendrils away from his sister's face and sighed. He hated seeing her like this. He never truly saw his sister rest from her willing soul – but only from some sort of circumstance that makes her end up in the hospital room. This was growing tiring for Seth, but he couldn't give up – he gave up once on his sister and until this very day the regret haunts him, stalks him, and pries at all the love he holds for her.

Dean pulled away from resting on Vivienne as he then snapped up from his seat. He cleared his throat, unsure really how to answer, honestly, or somewhat honest? He knew anything could trigger something between him and Seth – which would be such a shame seeing as these couple of months they became just as close as they did then.

"Roman said he's going to come back and watch out for her. He was here while the doctors tended to Sol."

"Where were you?"

"Tending to bullshit problems of people who don't know how to keep their nose to themselves sort of business." Seth remained in thoughtful silence, unsure of what he meant, yet at the same time certain he got the gist of it. Seth only nodded his head, noting the fact that Dean was giving his back towards him and stood up in direction to the door only meant that he was leaving.

"Good luck with your match man. It seems the big bosses are really on your ass about your behaviour backstage. Maybe you should try taking it easy."

"Maybe I need a fuckin' break from here, before I break something." Bitterly muttered Dean as he stormed out of the room and rushed towards his locker room, knowing damn well he has to get ready for his match against Daniel Bryan. He noted nobody backstage, everyone appeared like a sudden blur and being inside his locker room he alas felt small. The thudding, and screeching grew little by little from the back of his mind towards a full fledge contact. He growled, as he clutched his head and stumbled back into his seat. The screeches, the howls, the thuds were accompanied by incessant knocks on the door.

Before he could even speak to allow them to enter the room, in came the last person he'll ever want to see. AJ Lee only let out a gasp, the smirk on her lips faded away from the thought of knowing she's the reason Vivienne had her breakdown, and instead she found herself washed over with concern at the sight of Dean whom only glared up at her way.

"Get. Out." He growled between his teeth and AJ only leaned against the door, closing it behind her as she didn't know what to do. She didn't like this; she didn't like seeing him in this state of madness, no matter how much the murky parts of her wished they could ravish it.

"Jon, you need help. You can't even compete like this." She reached out to take hold of his shoulder but Dean only snapped up from his seat, one hand clutching his head the other shoved her against the wall. Quickly he pressed his frame against hers. His normally enigmatic, calloused blues now burned with anger, darkening themselves by passing seconds. AJ felt feeble, intimidated by his sudden action, afraid of what she always wanted a hold of, the dark Dean Ambrose. She couldn't even look up at him, instead she felt her chin being cupped roughly by biting cold hands and her widened eyes brought forth to meet the ever terrifying blues of Dean.

"Isn't this what you wanted? Huh April?" His voice, coarse, rough, managing to send shivers coursing up and down her spine. She tried shoving him away; she felt all of him right on her small petite frame. It was overpowering, too much for her handling capabilities.

Instead hands that reached out to smack away Dean's face only were pinned above her head as Dean put his face close to hers. AJ no matter what couldn't run away. Once more she found herself in the predicament that she couldn't escape the perilous grasp from Dean. "Just get ready for the match. But make sure, to keep a good distance for yourself April. Just because we have to work together-" He paused as he broke the hold he had against her, removing his knees away from the between of her thighs and allowed her to finally breathe as he plopped down onto his seat and buckled his boots. AJ simply slid down against the door, short-winded, and little by little the air that was seeped right out of her lungs breathes life into her again.

"Doesn't mean you have to hog all my air. You're going to stop playing your fuckin' games. You're going to stop fuckin' around with my lady. And most importantly, you're going to stop your fuckin' childish antics. It comes to an end-" He paused once more as he stood up, slipped on his infamous Levi denim jacket and looked down at the shook female, to whom he belittled with his gaze all the more.

"Your games. I'll never be yours. That's as simple as that. In the end of the day, I have my eyes on Sol. And I don't know what the fuck it is going to take for you to click that in that simple brain of yours. But I'm confident it will." He approached the door, causing AJ to push away from it as she still remained seated on the ground. Dean no longer looked at her, but her eyes glared themselves into his flesh as she only shook her head. Refusing to acknowledge what is being told to her but Dean ignored her notions, her antics as he took hold of the WWE Championship belt he finally got a hold of.

He's realizing how she's been winning this entire time, yet he refuses to allow her to be sure of that. But she's managed to make sounds play in the back of his mind, distance him and Vivienne, and make him even fail as a performer in the ring. The only thing that ever did that was the vices he indulges in the past – and now here he is, dealing with a different drug, one that he refuses to submit to - AJ Lee. Dean stepped out the room, and finally withdrew in one sharp breath, the sounds in his mind barely muted, notable, as behind the curtains he stood, closed his eyes, drowned out the sound of the crowd…

And cue, his music plays.

"Viv! How are you feeling?"

Nothing seemed familiar, but of course that's what happens when one goes unconscious for a matter of a whole night and instead of waking up to the cold, eeriness that she tended to feel when being backstage, she woke up to the warmth and comforts of a bed, and the beaming smile of Roman Reigns who seemed to be the only one whom remained alongside her throughout her unconscious state. Groaning, Vivienne quickly sat herself forward as she looked up at Roman, a free-hand rubbing the back of her head. She looked around to make sure it wasn't only some kind of trippy delusion – but the bag in the corner of the room was an obvious hint at her being back at some hotel room.

She groaned as she felt an awful thud in her head as she only shook her head – uncertain as to even answer her friends question. Instead, she spread her arms open, signalizing to her rather robust friend. Roman, slightly hesitant and she could tell by the look of his eyes would only approach her bed side, step by step.

"Please Roman, don't worry, I'm not high off medications, nor am I trying to kill you." Right when he said that, he let out that hefty laugh of his as he quickly swoop Vivienne into his arms. She felt the need to tap out, as she began to gasp for air but couldn't complain – she barely got to see him, and the only times she ever did was always in some sort of situation that didn't even allow them to privately talk like they normally did.

"Oh gosh Joe you're fucking killing me!" She groaned out and quickly Roman released the red-in-the-face Vivienne and began to laugh as he plopped himself down next to her on her bed. Vivienne with ease dropped her head onto his shoulder and Roman only rubbed her head.

A comforting silence drowned the room, and Vivienne could only sigh at feeling the thud slowly diffuse itself into nothingness. She closed her eyes, and quickly everything sank into her, she remembered catching one of her infamous attacks – and she remembered the reason as to why she couldn't even breathe in the first place, AJ Lee, and the sight of Dean Ambrose, together. As if they are truly together.

"I know this is hard for you," The start of Roman speaking made Vivienne mentally curse herself, but she couldn't help and grin at what he has to say. Roman knew her, he was the wise owl within the pack, regardless of the fact that he appears to be all muscle – he was finely in touch with zen. "But everything will shift back to normal in no time. Now that you're going to be around more often-"

"How did you even know that?!" Vivienne stared up at Roman whom only flashed her a sheepish grin as he pushed back those long raven coloured tresses of his. "Rumours fly backstage, nothing can really be hidden. I heard it was Nick that also helped you with getting the job. For the sake of getting you out of the city, back on the road with us, closer to Dean. But hell, I can't help but wonder how great it is having you backstage."

"Jeez word really does get out huh? These fuckers can't mind their own god damn business."

"And I can see that even distance doesn't change one bit Vivienne," She began to laugh at his remark, but then found herself slightly startled by his sudden movement, as then Roman shifted position where he wrapped his arms around her shoulder, and with his hand lightly patted her head. Surprising, but comforting. It was almost exactly what she needed.

"But I'm glad you're okay. The gleam in your eyes is to die for. It's good to see, and shocking at that, to see that Jon makes you happy." Vivienne snapped out of the bed, eyes wide open as she wondered what made him believe that – she didn't think she was expressive in the way she felt about Dean. And the thought alone just now made her sink into thoughts, as she gave Roman a dismissive wave and walked into the bathroom.

Vivienne stared right at herself into the mirror. Flushed cheeks, red bags underneath her eyes, she looked almost sick. The colour in her hair drained, and she couldn't stand the sight of her. It felt like the winter times indeed, for the first time ever it was killing her slowly. She looked malnourished, and she knew she was – eating habits changed especially when emotions are in a whirl. She placed her hands on the sink and hung her head low, as she gave out a bitter sigh and found herself unsure as to how she could even begin to feel.

The images, the promos, and even the talk online only continuously stalk her. She knew she had no position in Dean's life to make him stop, for after all she didn't want him to stop – but she just wished things weren't going the way they were. Those things were for once normal, and solace could be found. But the only times she found herself at peace was in the presence of danger with Dean Ambrose right by her side – flashing that infamous grin of his that drove her insides wild the first time she rested her eyes on him.

Turning the water of the sink on, she splashed water onto her thirsty flesh, as she alas opened her eyes and revealed those acidic hues of hers. She felt it – then and there a wave of life crash right through her as she stared into the reflection of the mirror – and one thing she was ever certain about herself is that her eyes never play tricks on her. Those piercing blues swallowed her all, swallowed her sanity and ability to keep her knees strongly in place. They wobbled, as her lips trembled – as she turned around and stared right into the eyes of the monster.

Vivienne whipped around, a disturbing screech in the back of her mind, and found herself staring at the blank wooden door of the bathroom. She groaned in distress as she withdrew in a deep breath with the hopes that it'll bring her heart from her stomach back to its normal chest capacity.

"I need to get it together – you need to get it together Vivienne…" She muttered the last words to herself as she took one last glance before stripping herself naked, and allowing the scorching hot waters burn her flesh.

After emitting from the bathroom and finding her room empty, quickly she grabbed clothes and slipped onto herself as she then with ease grabbed her cell phone. Right at stepping out of her room, her eyes widen in surprised – for one of the people she wanted to see came right into her direction – Dolph Ziggler.

"Nick, what's up?" Dolph however didn't acknowledge much of the greet as he just stood in front of her. Vivienne took note as to how he didn't stare at her in the eyes – instead made great effort to avoid eye contact. Vivienne felt her throat tighten and before her lips could part to spit another word, she stared down at the folded stack of papers being handed to her. Taking it into her hands, she looked right back up at Dolph whom then quickly walked away.

"Nick what the fuck am I suppose to do with this?"

"Get ready!" Was all he called out before he disappeared into another corner of the hallways. Vivienne stared down at the stack, before unfolding the papers and scanning through it. A heavy sigh emitted from her lips as she simply rubbed her temples, knowing this was certainly part of the deal she was assigned to. Uncertainty began to wash over her, she already felt bothered at the thought of working for the WWE – or so was the thought that crept into her as she showered.

Quickly she dialed a number into her phone.

"Yeah?"

"Colby, let's go grab a bite and talk okay?"

"So this is what has you worried?"

Vivienne stared down at her already half a glass of Long Island Iced Tea that seemingly enough didn't even phase her – like it does on the regular. Instead it sweated out quickly regardless of it being rather cold within the restaurant. Harsh winter winds seemingly enough melt right through the warmth of the heaters and thus Vivienne only sighed as she slipped her hands into her pockets. Seth only pushed back the script towards her direction causing her to sigh and shake her head.

Seth however noted the distress that was evident through her expression – the scrunched up forehead and even the piqued sharp eyebrows. Though he was concern, at the same time it was humoured. It only brought him back into the times where he would come back from his trips to Ring of Honor to find her home – her nose stuck in the books regardless of the bags underneath her eyes.

It even brings him back to when he'll brew her cup of coffee to brighten up her dreading nights. Or when afterwards he'll try and help her study though he held barely any clue about the human anatomy. Seth always has, and always will be proud of his sister – due to the simple fact though she is flawed – she has an almost unmatchable level of intelligence and dedication for the things she love.

Vivienne took hold of the script as she then only dug her face into it. A part of her could smell the garlic from the parmesan bites that are on the table, but also the distinct male cologne that Ziggler wears. Vivienne sighed - finding some sort of solace yet disconnection from the all too familiar nectar. An odd wave of nostalgia washed over but snapped her head up at hearing Seth clear his throat. The look of annoyance evident in his expression as he then rolled his eyes before softly placing his hand onto hers. Eyes locked into one another as she began to chuckle.

She was glad the tension was gone. Alas she felt as though she got her brother back. The gleam in his eyes spoke all the truth she needed with resonating comfort. "Viv, you don't need to worry about it. With this industry comes sacrifice," He paused as he withdrew a sharp breath. "I know how much this thing between April and Jon is hurting you. Hell its even gets to me - knowing that its hurting you. I can't say much, you already know I'm sorry for causing trouble between you too. But all I can say is that don't fret, Jon cares a great deal about you. He remained the much time he could by side you as you were sick and resting. I've never seen him beam and crack a smile like he does when he's talking to you. Never worry about April steering his attention. I'm certain he only has eyes for you sis."

With little to none emotional control Vivienne flung herself over the table and into the arms of her beloved brother as she sobbed tears of legitimate happiness. She couldn't exactly pin-point her sentiments; but she didn't care at this moment. All that mattered was being in her brothers arms whom only began to awkwardly laugh due to the wave of attention dragged their way. She dug herself into the pit of his arms and only muttered words that expressed sheer gratitude.

"Of course sis - I love you with all my heart and would give the world to see you happy."

Everything felt as though she was afloat on some sort of cloud. As though she was part of some heavenly dream that shes ached for years. Here it was, in the arms of her brother - feeling as though the strain on her back became light and mountains that dared block her path slowly but surely were shifting. Revealing nothing but a glorious path - with a warming welcome. Pulling away Vivienne sat back down as she allowed her brother to regain his composure. She stared down at the script which rested on the table and the knot in her throat eased itself. She noticed the slender fingers of her brother reach out to its direction as he took it in hand and once more and scanned it.

"I'm pretty sure I can help out with this. Swing by my room tonight and we can talk more." Vivienne chuckled - a hint for her coming to an agreement for that. Vivienne suddenly started feeling a vibration. Reaching into her pocket she stared down at her phone - the screen flashed unknown. Indicating with her index for Seth to hold on, with much hesitation she answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"I'm going to text you an address, and you're to meet me there. Alone." The ability to recognize the voice quickly waved in. Something inside of her began to bubble. Vivienne only snapped out of her seat - the look of worry noted on Seth's expression as she only lowered her eyes in an apologetic fashion as she then took hold of her coat and rushed out of the restaurant.

"Just us April?"

"Yeah. You and me. Simple as that."

"See you soon then." At hanging up she stared down at the text message that she received little than no less ten seconds after the conversation. With keys in hand she went to the parking lot - mentally preparing herself for what is to come.

Backstage

20 Hours Ago

Her hair had little to no health - the color wasn't vibrant and the texture felt almost damage. It was rather startling and all the more painful in seeing her life this. Slicking back his brown moisten locks; a bitter sigh emitted from the ends of his throat as he wasn't sure what he could even do with himself - or even her right now. The sound that gnawed the back of his mind slowly but surely he found himself submitting into comfort. As though the bite of the screech soothes the rebirth of his madness.

Den was troubled - and the impulses of actually dropping everything as though it didn't ever exist was strong. The image of the macabre grin graced onto the lips of AJ haunted him. As though the poison from her lips for every time they kiss either backstage or in the ring for promotional reasons is finally weighing in on him. The last thing he ever wanted - little by little was happening.

His fingertips tucked strands of her hair behind her ear and his thumb grazed her resting discoloured face. He leaned in, his lips lightly hovering over her own and he felt her cool breath carress him. He found some sort of comfort - though it was barely enough it surely muted the sound that he knows still remains. With little to none force he pressed his lips lovingly onto hers - as though it'll be the last time he'll ever get to do this. It certainly felt that way. At opening his eyes he absorbed her resting figure one last time.

Her naturally long lashes, the freckles on her cheeks and nose and the little colour that remains on her normally olive sun-kissed flesh. He chuckled - finding it hard to believe he was even in this room with her right now. He in the end got what he hungered for - and since the moment he settled his eyes on her he knew he had to have her - all to himself. Nobody else could have her but him - and he won. He has the WWE Championship belt slung onto his shoulder and her fingers laced into his own.

What else could he want?

But it felt too unreal, a sort of dis-balance. He knew one or the other had to go, for then he's in the end regardless going to lose her. With one last touch - Dean looked absorbed Vivienne at her most vulnerable state and began to walk away. It felt almost like a goodbye.

But was it exactly that?

I know we haven't talked at all - but the address I'm going to text you after this message is where I'm going to be - taking care of this bullshit once and for all. I'm meeting up with April. Don't worry, I'll be alright, but come get me will ya...? I miss you Jon.

Vivivenne sighed at sending the message and standing right before the creaky door of what appears to be some sort of dingy bar. She sucked her teeth at the dramatics from the behalf of AJ with the cliches as she only pushed past the doors and the prominent stench of sweat, brewery and even cigarettes sucked the air right out of her lungs.

It was dark and the only source of light happened to be candles set on the tables on the diner-side of the location and very dimmed light bulbs. The televisions that hung up against the wall which are all on Score Center happen to also light up the place. Vivienne cleared her throat as she tried her hardest to not let herself feel suffocated from the scent. Squinting her eyes at the very corner she spotted whom she came in here for.

"Don't waste my time with your fucking childish notions April. Whatever you have to say now say it."

AJ stared up at Vivienne and the fact that she remained standing and felt her acidic hues dig a hole into her soul made her feel exactly as to how Dean makes her feel. She felt herself shrink and realized that the world isn't going to abide to her actual desires - that she can't have everything she wants. The look in her eyes is exactly the one Dean effortlessly delivers every time he stares at her.

She was honestly frightened, cornered but didn't dare give the pleasure of showing it to the woman whom appears to be much more victorious than she is in life.

"You won." Was all AJ said and Vivienne piqued her eyebrow in interest.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Before AJ could even part her lips to utter another word Vivienne only held up her right hand. "As a matter of a fact - don't even explain that." Vivienne leaned against the wall opposite of the chair as she began to laugh. Looking at AJ truly waved in relief within her as she realized that she truly had nothing to worry about. She was nothing but a child inside a grown woman's frame.

"This was never a fucking game April. No competition. For in the end I always knew you wanted Dean because I have him. But that's the key thing. He's mine as I am his and I don't really think that's changing anytime soon. But thanks for inviting me out in your cliched part of the woods to tell me the obvious."

"Look I'm just trying to tell you-"

"You heed my warnings now because you can sit here and try to convince yourself that you want to do right by me and Jon but I can't trust that. You're the snake in the mountain path. You stay away from Dean, you stay away from me and I can promise you a pleasant experience within the WWE and mind you - I just joined this little family but I have nothing to worry about. I'm going to show you, and the rest of this fucking shithole what I'm capable of - even if it isn't physically performing in that ring." Vivienne cracked her knuckles as she pushed herself off the wall and turned her back to AJ who remained frozen in her seat - mouth gaped with little to none things to say.

"We have to work together, and I'm fine with that. I'm also becoming okay with the fact that yeah you're going to have to kiss Dean from here to there. And yeah I'm going to be paired up with Dolph and we are going to be the ones against you two - and that's fine. This is entertainment. It isn't reality. Just like you should acknowledge the fact that little kayfabe relationship between you and Dean is exactly that - bullshit for the sake of entertaining millions worldwide. It is fictional and never will be actual because I am with Jon."

"I'm tired of trying to keep myself tamed. Unless you want to end up with a beautifully broken leg and by the looks of them - you really must like them. Tread lightly April."

Vivienne only stepped out of the bar and at the corner spotted the rather familiar broad shoulders which she remembers having the best sleep of her life on as she only began to chuckle and picked up her pace. The sound of her heels hitting the pavement gave her position away as then he turned around and although she noticed the heavy bags underneath his eyes she didn't care.

She felt his arms quickly snake themselves onto her waist as her hands cupped his face and her blushed lips clashed roughly onto his. Dean, startled took a step back without letting go of her. His eyes widen but the nervousness, the hesitation within him all flushed away as normalcy was building up once more. He closed his eyes - pulling her in as close as possible. His tongue rubbing her luscious lips as she parted her lips granting him access. Vivienne lightly moaned against his mouth and the two didn't care that they were in public although it could be damaging for the company's image in building a kayfabe relationship between Dean Ambrose and AJ Lee.

But this isn't Dean Ambrose - no. At this very moment in her hands and against her lips is Jonathan Good and her body in the middle of this bitter winter found herself clouding with fever and goosebumps up and down her spine. It's been so long and alas done for distance, for the pains of not being able to hold each other like this, or to even feel one another. The grunt and essence she finds herself breathing in from Jon only warmed her insides all the more.

She missed him.

And he missed her.

The mountains have been pushed apart, the sea has been split in half, and the fork road finally meets at the end. Through the dark they managed to find their way back to one another. And this time they won't get lost - not in the dark again. All he needed in this world of madness was just someone to balance out his madness, and all she needed in her world of turmoil is someone to get her out of it. And here they are, balancing each other out, feeding off one another and their hunger. Their hunger and needy impulses towards one another. And they only keep climbing these mountains and crossing these trails with the hopes that things will change.

"And the water from the rain washes progress away."