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Chapter 21: Two Regrets of the Past

Savannah

The feel of piano keys under my fingertips was such a relief after a horrible week. With every sound that was coming out of the large instrument, it soothed the ache in my heart a little more. There was nothing more satisfying than playing the main theme for Final Fantasy Seven. It got easier to focus the longer I played. The less I thought about the disappointment I felt with each passing day that he didn't take a notice that things were different between us the better I felt about things.

Note after note was expressed out into my living room. After finishing that particular song, I went right into another from the same game. To be honest, I think I learned every single song in the game on the piano. Becky sat one the couch with a book in hand. No words were spoken between us; but she knew why I suddenly wanted to play. She was no stranger to my emotions.

"Are you going to drown yourself in those feelings the entire day?" She asked sitting the book down on her lap, looking up at me fully.

"What would you like me to do?" I asked moving my hands away from the keys.

Becky got up from the couch and walking across the room to sit down next to me on the bench. She leaned her head on my shoulder. I didn't know what to tell her that she didn't already know. I've expressed how I felt about Seth for months now, privately anyway. "I wish you would just tell him the truth. Did you ever think that maybe he's just as afraid as you are?" She asked tucking a chunk of my hair behind my ear.

I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that was the truth; but I had this worry that if I asked, he'd tell me that I was insane. Our friendship was important to me; however, I couldn't shake these growing feelings for him. I've been keeping them a secret since our NXT days and now we were on the main roster dominating. The Shield was a force that no one could stop and I was right in the middle of it was their valet, a position I wasn't fond of; but I wouldn't say anything to jeopardize my chances of one day holding that Diva's Championship.

"If you're not going to take my advice, at least let me buy you some ice cream to cheer you up. This environment is going to keep depressed on your day off." Becky encouraged.

"Okay...I won't deny that little bargain." I replied giving her the best smile I could muster up at the time.

She took me by the wrist and pulled me away from the piano. I slipped on a pair of flip-flops and opened the front door. The sunlight was right in my face, so I lifted an arm up to shield my eyes from the bright light.

In that moment, I shot up from sleep covered in sweat. This was the third night in a row that small little memories like that would crash my dreams. I had no idea what my subconscious was trying to tell me; but I didn't like it one bit. It got me feeling guilty. Guilt for not telling Seth the truth sooner. Looking over at the clock, it flashed four thirty-six in the morning. Groaning, I tossed the covers off and stumbled to the bathroom.

It's been only five days since Seth left to get back on the road. He made his return Sunday night at the Extreme Rules pay-per-view. I couldn't have been more proud of him, knowing how much he wanted to get back in that ring again. The problem now was me. I was the one struggling. Turning the knobs on the sink, I cupped my hands to full them with water. Splashing the cold liquid on my face, I stood back up and looked at myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back me was unrecognizable. There were bags under my eyes and my skin looked lifeless. "Savannah, you look like shit." I told myself before patting my face dry with the hand towel.

Padding back across the room towards the bed, I sat down on the edge looking down at my phone. I debated on calling Seth; but I knew that he was most likely asleep. Sliding back under the covers, my fingers hesitated on the screen of my phone. Texting him was a much better option than calling him. At least this way, if he was asleep it wouldn't wake him up. If I called, then there was a possibility I'd wake him up and I didn't want to do that.

"Just got woken up by another dream...miss you..."

Sitting the phone back down on the night stand, I relaxed against the pillow and stared at the ceiling. My mind was going in a million different directions all at once. I couldn't seem to focus on just one thing. My training with Amelia, Seth being so far away, the growing awkwardness with my friends, and how different it was now that Roman wanted nothing to do with me at all. It was all jumbled together forcing the tears to flow when I didn't want them to.

The vibration on the wood alerted me to a message. Wiping the tears away, I snatched the device and opened the message. "Miss you to. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah...I'm okay." I lied.

"Good. Do you want me to call?"

Of course I wanted him to call; but we both needed the sleep. I knew that I had more training in the morning and god knows what he had to do in the morning. I'm sure he was tired. The more selfless I was the more selfish I felt inside. "No, I think we both need the sleep." Again, I lied. I was not okay and I wouldn't be until I got a decent nights sleep or I got to see him, which ever came first.

With my phone resting against my chest, I stared the window. The full moon shining through the curtains. My heart felt heavy tonight, weighed down with all the things I've just been pushing aside because I didn't want to take the time to address properly. The warm tears rolled down my cheeks again just as my phone vibrated against my skin. I couldn't answer it like this. He'd know there was something really wrong and I didn't know how to express how I was feeling to him without sounding like a depressed teenage. So I ignored it and eventually fell back to sleep.

Seth

I knew there was something wrong with Savannah the second she didn't answer my phone call. The worst part about it was that there was nothing I could do to help her being hundreds of miles away. I tried calling again; but I got the same thing. Voicemail. Letting out an annoyed sigh, I tossed the covers off me and immediately went for the shower.

I supposed this was the real test now, if we could handle being away from each other for long periods of time. There were rumors going around backstage that a draft was upon us. If the rumors were true, there was a possibility that Savannah and I could be separated. One on Raw and one on Smackdown. Would we really be able to handle that? That was the question on my mind anyway.

The hot water pounded against my back, washing away all the doubts that have plagued me just moments before. I didn't want to think negatively about anything that had to do with my relationship with Savannah. I only wanted to think of the positive things. Rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I reached for the soap. Lathering it up, the white foam started to form. Scrubbing my body clean and allowing the water to wash the soap away, my hands turned the water off. I reached for the towel. Droplets continued to roll down my back from my hair as I wrapped the towel around my waist and made it back to the main room. Before I could even get into my bag for clothes, there was a loud knock on the door.

Rolling my eyes, I debated on not answering it at all; but against all judgment, I moved across the floor and opened the door to find Becky Lynch standing there. Instantly she covered her face due to my lack of clothing. "Christ, Seth put some freaking clothes on." She said still with her hands over her face.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her. It was quite comical. I mean she couldn't see anything expect my bare chest, nothing she hadn't seen a hundred times over. "Alright alright, hold on a minute." I answered walking back to my bag. She hovered behind me keeping a good amount of distance between us. I grabbed the clothes I wanted and headed straight back into the bathroom.

Becky coming to my door was a sure red flag in my eyes. She would be the one Savannah turned to for everything. Sasha and Krys were there to; but it was mostly Becky she trusted the most, probably because they've known each other so much longer. "So why are you here?" I asked through the door.

"Have you talked to Savannah at all recently?" She asked.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I found her sitting on the edge of the chair with her elbows propped up on her knees. There was concern written all over her face. That was a rare look for the Irish woman. "She messaged me this morning around 4:30; but when I tried to call her she didn't answer. Why?" I asked with my curiosity perked.

"She's be weird with us lately. I try calling and all I get is short answers, nothing Savannah-like at all. There is something going on with her and I don't like that I don't know what it is. I thought maybe you'd know since you're dating her after all."

"Doesn't mean I know more than you. She'd come to you before she'd come to me and we both know that."

"I want to say it's just cause she's alone down there; but I think it might have something to do with her sister."

Great, if Becky was worried about her then my doubts from earlier were justified. There was a live event tonight so flying down there was out of the question. I didn't know what to do about the situation at all. All of this was foreign. Sure I knew dating women can be complicated; but Savannah was different. Very different.

"I appreciate you coming to me..." I said softly.

"You're welcome. I'll be the first to admit that I wasn't overly fond of the idea of you coming back into her life; but I see how much you care for her and that's all the convincing I need to let the past go. You've given her a reason to smile again and I can't thank you enough for that."

"Thank you...what about the others? Are they as forgiving as you?"

"Sasha is just fine. Krys is a little more complex. She's kind of distanced herself from everyone these days. No one seems to know why."

Their approval never really mattered to me; but hearing that it was all okay, it made me feel a little better about things. Relationships got tense when either person's friends didn't like someone. I was glad to know that Becky had forgiven the past and came to me with her own concerns. She stood up and started for the door, looking back once. "I'll see you later. Let me know if you hear from her." She said and waved goodbye.

Nodding and waving in return, I sat down on the edge of the bed with phone in hand. Instead of calling, I opened the message icon to create a new one. If something was indeed wrong, she would no doubt ignore my phone calls; but this way I could still tell her what was on my mind and she'd at least read it, not necessarily give a reply.

"I'm beginning to think there is something wrong. You never ignore my calls. I want to be there for you through whatever the issue is. All you have to do is tell me what it is. Please princess..."

I hit the send button and waited a few moments before tucking the device back into the pocket of my jeans. Laying back on the bed with my legs still hanging over the side, my eyes stared at the ceiling with the bright sun shining on it through the open curtains. My thoughts were running all over the place and the one it settled on...was the night Roman's blackmail came from. That night will forever be etched into my mind...along with the guilt that came along with it.

"Come on, you're drunk. Let's get you to the hotel to sleep it off." I suggested reaching for Savannah's arm.

"I am not..." She replied slurring every single word spoken.

Roman and Dean pushed her through the group and into my capable hands. Dean gave me a wink, indicating that I could easily take advantage of the situation. I glared at him for even thinking I would do such a thing. Savannah stumbled to get to me, her hair falling over her face. She was absolutely beautiful no matter what state she was in. It was getting harder and harder for me to deny my attraction to her, along with all the emotions that came with it. "Come on..." I said placing my hand on the small of her back.

"Aw come on...Seth...quite spoiling all the...fun..." She slurred again.

"I'm not spoiling anything. You are too damn drunk to think straight and I don't want one of these low-lives in here to take advantage of it."

She said nothing else on the subject and continued to follow me out of the club. I could handle Roman and Dean's carelessness; but Amelia was the worst. She ignored everything. It was as if she really didn't want to be anywhere near Savannah and they were flesh and blood. Pushing the slight anger down, I concentrated on getting Savannah back to her room in one piece.

The drive back was spent in utter silence. She was too drunk to hold a conversation and I didn't have a clue what to say in that moment. Things changed drastically the second we got to her door. She turned to look at me. The glassy look in her eyes caught a breath of air in my lungs. "Seth..." She whispered dropping her keys onto the floor.

I knelt down to pick up the keys and opened the door myself. She stepped inside, keeping her back to me. There was nothing I'd rather do than to hold her against me, feeling her heart beat against mine. "Savannah..." I started to say but when she turned to look at me, all I could see was tears. The words on my tongue faded away instantly.

"I hate how she makes me feel..."

"I know..."

She took several more steps in my direction, resting her hands on my chest. I stood frozen until I couldn't stand it any longer. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her against me. Her sobs broke me down. There wasn't anything I could say that would make her feel any better about how her sister treated her. They were estranged for a reason after all.

Savannah pulled herself out of my arms and stared right into my face. Her hand found my cheek and brushed her thumb along the hairs. The tears were starting to dry up and there was a new look in her eyes now. Before I could protest, her lips captured mine. The fever behind the desperation was not what I had been expecting, nor was it something that should have happened in the first place. If a kiss was going to take place between us, it shouldn't have been like this.

"Savannah..." I whispered hoping to get her attention.

She ignored it or didn't hear it, one of the two. Her lips were soft and everything I expected them to be. There was no point in denying that I enjoyed the feeling; but it was so very wrong. I wanted to pull away. She clung on so tight, slipping her tongue through my parted lips. If she kept pushing, the control was going to snap into a million pieces.

In my last ditch effort, I grabbed her arms firmly and pushed her back a little. Her swollen lips just added to her addicting nature. She looked at me in confusion, obviously not understanding why I pushed her away. "I don't...I don't understand." She stated under her breath.

"You are drunk. Everything that's happened isn't cause you want it, it's cause your body is listening to the urges regardless who is standing here with you." I explained.

She was fine now that she was safely in her room. I could leave at any time; but the fact that I just crushed her feelings wasn't sitting well with me at all. My only hope now was that she'd wake tomorrow and not remember anything about this night. "Goodnight, Savannah..." I said turning away from her.

By the time I stepped out of her room, I already hated myself for letting it get to that point. How was I going to live with that hanging inside my mind, when there was a chance she'd remember nothing? I was in need of someone to talk to, which was rare for me.

Sitting back up from the bed, I ran a hand through my wet hair. Yeah thinking back on that night, made me regret one more thing. Trusting Roman to be a friend and not use that night against me. Once things turned bad for him, he didn't hesitate an inch to use it against me. As weird as it was for me to say, I was grateful to Dean for calling him out on it. The truth needed to come out.

My phone vibrated against my leg from the inside of my pocket. Taking a deep breath, I reached for it and swallowed the lump that had lodged itself in my throat before opening the message that was from Savannah. I honestly hadn't expected her to answer me in the first place, maybe that was why I was so surprised.

"There is just a lot on my mind. I miss you quite a bit and my training is exhausting."

"That's understandable. I just want you to know that you can talk to me about anything. I may not be able to comfort you physically; but I can still be there for you."

After sending the message, it took only a few minutes for me to get the facetime call. She must have gotten a new phone in the five days away from her, considering Apple was the only company that did that. Sliding my finger across the screen, accepting the call, her face appeared to me. The redness in the white of her eyes was a sure indication that she had been crying on some level today. She was wearing her workout clothes, obviously getting ready for another day of training with Amelia.

"There's my girl." I said warmly.

"I look awful, Seth." She replied leaning her phone up against something.

"Shut up, you do not. You are beautiful no matter what."

"Though I appreciate the compliment, I sure as hell don't feel it today. I'm pretty sore."

Damnit, why did I have to be so far away. It would have given me an opportunity to massage her body. Well, I mentally took note that when I was able to see her again that I would do just that. Massage every inch of her body if she'd allow me to. She leaned forward, stretching out in front of the ring. The view of her cleavage sent a wave of desire straight to my lower half. "Becky came to see me today. She's worried about you." I said changing the subject to something more positive.

"I'll call her later. You know...I'm happy that you two seem to be getting along better."

"Yeah...makes things easier..."

I could see Amelia from the corner of the screen. She waved before turning towards the ring herself. That seemed a little out of character for her, maybe things have changed with time. I think after tonight's live event, I was going to take a flight out to see her. Take her to a movie or hell just spend as much as I could with her until I had to leave again. By the look on her face, she was in need of a surprise or two.

"Time to get training, Sav." Amelia stated.

"Okay, just give a minute to say goodbye." She replied and turned back to look at me.

"Go on, you're so close to being where you want to be." I encouraged.

"With you?"

I chuckled a little. Boy did she ever know what to say to get my heart racing. "That to; but I was thinking more along the lines of being Women's Champion." I replied with a smile. The words Women's Champion brought more life to her face. Maybe all she needed was a reminder why she was down there in the first place.

"I'll talk to you later, okay. You give her everything you have, understand."

"Yes, sir." She replied winking in a manor of sarcasm.

God I loved her, she was everything I ever wanted in a woman. She blew me a kiss and ended the call. I was left in the silence of the hotel room. Standing up, I walked across the room towards the door that would lead me out into the hallway. It was time for my morning coffee.