Worth it
She regrets her decision sometimes. It's not a surprise when she thinks it. It comes often... until Regal offers her a new piece of jewelry or outfit she had her eye on. The shiny new toys help for awhile, especially when she's away from arenas and professional wrestling and such.
Soon as she enters the building, however, she's almost overwhelmed by memories of just standing around with Noble and trying not to embarass herself by laughing too hard at his horrible, cringe worthy attempts at flirting. It was cute.
Jamie had his moments when he was something close to what she thought she wanted in a man, and it scared her.
Regal is always busy. There's never a break with him. Noble was fine sitting around talking and getting to know her. Regal doesn't really care, just wants the power and the beauty on his arm, as he works to get the power and pull he feels he deserves.
Regal is cold, brusque, goal oriented. They barely know each other. The attraction is non-existant. She acts interested when he's around or they're out in front of the camera, but usually she thinks of him as nothing more than a stepping stone for her career.
A voice that sounds suspiciously like Noble's whispers to her that that's not right, even Regal shouldn't be used like that and she deserves better too, but she ignores it more often than not.
Until the voice is real.
"Layla." She stiffens, waiting for a mental diatribe, but nothing comes for a long moment. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, gentle. Like a soft breeze on a warm summer day. "Was it worth it?"
"Was what worth it?" she asks, swallowing to ease some of the burning out of her throat that's come out of no where. It doesn't help.
"Leaving me for him. He's no more a winner than I am, Layla. So givin' up the fun we had... for whatever you got goin' with him... was it worth it?"
She doesn't give him the satisfaction. Doesn't look at him. Simply stares at the titantron from her position and stews on her thoughts as the replay of Jericho and Batista beating him plays until Noble gives up and walks far enough away that she can respond without him hearing. "N...no." Her nails dig into her palm as tears sting her eyes. "It wasn't."
She misses and hates him all at once for what he has done and keeps doing to her.
Soon as she enters the building, however, she's almost overwhelmed by memories of just standing around with Noble and trying not to embarass herself by laughing too hard at his horrible, cringe worthy attempts at flirting. It was cute.
Jamie had his moments when he was something close to what she thought she wanted in a man, and it scared her.
Regal is always busy. There's never a break with him. Noble was fine sitting around talking and getting to know her. Regal doesn't really care, just wants the power and the beauty on his arm, as he works to get the power and pull he feels he deserves.
Regal is cold, brusque, goal oriented. They barely know each other. The attraction is non-existant. She acts interested when he's around or they're out in front of the camera, but usually she thinks of him as nothing more than a stepping stone for her career.
A voice that sounds suspiciously like Noble's whispers to her that that's not right, even Regal shouldn't be used like that and she deserves better too, but she ignores it more often than not.
Until the voice is real.
"Layla." She stiffens, waiting for a mental diatribe, but nothing comes for a long moment. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, gentle. Like a soft breeze on a warm summer day. "Was it worth it?"
"Was what worth it?" she asks, swallowing to ease some of the burning out of her throat that's come out of no where. It doesn't help.
"Leaving me for him. He's no more a winner than I am, Layla. So givin' up the fun we had... for whatever you got goin' with him... was it worth it?"
She doesn't give him the satisfaction. Doesn't look at him. Simply stares at the titantron from her position and stews on her thoughts as the replay of Jericho and Batista beating him plays until Noble gives up and walks far enough away that she can respond without him hearing. "N...no." Her nails dig into her palm as tears sting her eyes. "It wasn't."
She misses and hates him all at once for what he has done and keeps doing to her.