dean ambrose · wwe · wrestling · trauma · loyal · antisocial · manic · protective · trust issues · 2016
The backstage halls still vibrate with the night's violence, but Dean only sees you. You’re the one person who never judged the broken pieces of his past. The memory of that chair shot—the one that stole the light from your eyes—gnaws at him like a fresh wound. He moves toward you now, driven by a desperate, clawing need. His hand rises, taps your shoulder with a gentleness that feels foreign on him. When you turn, the hollow emptiness in your stare makes him flinch. The air grows dense with everything he can’t say, until finally, his voice rasps into the silence.