AJ Styles - "Can't help but wondering if this is the last time that I'll see your face."

"Don't leave Y/N please, I'm sorry." You shook your head, pulling your arm away from AJ's as he desperately tried hold onto you. "I need a couple of days AJ, I'll only be at Y/F/N's." You grabbed your suitcase feeling a few hot tears roll down your cheeks. "Can we just talk first?" You sniffed a little, catching on to a couple of tears rolling down AJ's cheeks. Your head shook, you knew you had to be strong this time around. "I need time, those words hurt." He nodded understanding, still pleading with his soft eyes. "Just let me know this won't be the last time I see you." You smiled the best you could, stepping forward to plant a soft kiss to his cheek as you walked out the door.

Baron Corbin - "Is it tears or just the fucking rain?"

"Come here," Baron cooed, wrapping you up in his arms. The heavy rain droplets fell over the two of you, soaking your clothes. He span you around lifting you off the ground making you chuckle. You were soaking, but in that moment you could not have cared less. "This is perfect," you whispered, cupping his damp cheeks with your even damper hands. "Are you crying? Or is it the fucking rain?" You shook your head with a cute chuckle. "Well obviously it's rain, who cries about dancing in the rain." He knew, he gave you the look you knew all so well. He continued to spin you around, smiling every time he caught a glimpse of your smile. You never wanted him to let you go there and then.

Dean Ambrose - "Wish I could say something, something that doesn't sound insane."

You slowly peered around the door seeing Dean on the floor in a ball. "Babe, what's going on?" You asked as he looked up at you. His tear stained cheeks were enough to make you rush over and wrap your arm over his shoulder. "Why can't I just be normal?" Your heart broke, how many times had you gone through this before? "Is this about what I think this is about?" He sadly nodded shamefully, looking back at the ground. "Dean, stop this." He let out a huge sigh, leaning across so his body moulded next to yours. "I'm not crazy Y/N, I just want to be normal, not be something insane." You pecked the top of his head, running your hand through his hair. "Come on, you're better than this."

Finn Balor - "But lately I don't trust my brain, you tell me I won't ever change, so I just say nothing."

Walking into the bedroom that night you could tell things were different. Finn lay with his back to your side of the bed, his eyes were staring off out into the window. "You alright?" You asked, sliding into bed beside him. "Finn?" Your hand traced along his back, usually that would always make him smile. "What's wrong?" He continued to lay, frozen with his body snug around the duvet. "Can you say something?" He slowly turned around to look at me. "I got told today that I wasn't good enough for you." You sighed, placing your hand on his cheek. "Nonsense, your perfect." He still didn't believe you, burying himself further into the mattress. "I just don't trust myself, I can't help but feel I need to change."

Jeff Hardy - "No matter where I go, I'm always gonna want you back, no matter how long you're gone, I'm always gonna want you back."

"Y/N, there's a man at reception asking to see you," a colleague informed you. You smiled, walking over to the front desk of the building, seeing the long hair fall, you knew exactly who it was. "Jeff! What are you doing?" You shouted in a whisper, pushing his back so he knew you were behind him. "I came to apologise. I know what I did was wrong, just take me back." Around you everyone was staring, whispering to each other. "Please just go, you can't be here." He tried to step towards you, but you quickly stepped back. "I'm always going to want you back," he whispered kicking himself. "I'm sure you will, but I'm at work, this is neither the time or the place Jeff, just go."

Kevin Owens - "I know you know I will never get over you, no matter where I go, I'm always gonna want you back."

"Kev's at it again." You looked up at Nattie who tossed her phone in your face. You read the screen, damn I just miss you, no matter where I am I'm thinking of you. You let out yet another dejected sigh, feeling the support of the girls around you. "Why doesn't he get the message? He's just embarrassing himself." "Maybe he feels that if he makes it public you're more likely to take him back," Carmella encouraged, moving across a couple of chairs so she sat beside you. "A few tweets isn't going to change my mind, what's done is done." Those girls had your back no matter what, comforting you as you turned the phone away, handing it back to Nattie whilst you took it all in.

Randy Orton - "I remember the freckles on your back, and the way that I used to make you laugh."

Fresh from your nap you woke to the feeling of a hand pressing to the small of the back. "Morning glory," he smiled, running his long fingers up and down the little dent in your back. "Your hands are cold," you chuckled, only making things worse for yourself, as his hand moved further up your back, under your shirt. He didn't say a word, he just continued to annoy you, however still make you smile at the same time. "Randy, why can't you just let me sleep?" Finally his silence broke, as his hand let go of your back. In a matter of seconds his face reappeared beside you laying down on the mattress. "Sorry, it was just too nice to not tickle you," he laughed pecking your nose.

Roman Reigns - "Cause you know every morning I wake up, yeah I still reach for you."

"Ro...everything alright?" You asked down the phone, listening to the beat of his heavy breathing. "Yeah I just needed to speak to you." Every time you heard him say that you couldn't help but smile, he missed you as much as you missed him. "Do you want to know something?" He asked. "Sure," you replied. "I woke up this morning and reached out for you, I thought you were there...but you weren't." His voice was almost so quiet you couldn't hear him, breaking every few moments. "That's the cutest, yet saddest thing I've heard in so long." The empty space in front of you hurt you too, you wanted him back at home just as much. "I know, I've never done it before," he added sounding a little blue.

Sami Zayn - "I remember the roses on your shirt, when you told me this would never work."

"This isn't working as well as I thought," you looked down at your hands as you spoke. "I think we both want different things." Sami nodded, but he didn't understand. "We're in two very separate worlds," he added, almost as if he could read your mind. "I can't cope with distance, I thought I could, but living it just makes everything not feel real." Sami's eyes were drawn to the floral print of your dress that you wore in the midsummer season. "Maybe we could still be friends?" He asked on a lighter tone. "Absolutely," you smiled back, pulling yourself to look up at his smiling face. "Shall we hug it out?" You then proceeded to ask, but he was already on his feet to give you a massive squeeze.

Seth Rollins - "You know even when I say I've moved on, yeah I still dream for you."

His hands ran down your leg, a familiar sign to remind you that Seth was home from tour. They were a little clammy, but it was summer after all. Naturally the corners of your mouth turned up making his light giggles echo through the room. "Wakey wakey." You hummed, bringing yourself round to open your mascara stained eyes. You looked forward, however as your eyes focused your mind reminded yourself that Seth wasn't there anymore. Dreaming. That's all you were doing, because deep down you knew you still wanted him in your life. All the little things were still on your mind, over and over they'd replay telling you that you'd made such a big mistake.