Chapter 3 - grasp

I stumbled down the WWE hallway; I made my way to my room. I swung the door open and picked up my bag, I sat on my bed and looked at my picture of Jeff I had. My eyes grew teary. I took the picture out of the frame and put it in my pocket. I took a picture of myself and Dameon in there too. I got up and walked out of my door. I turned around whisk fully and locked it. I headed up the stairs, in a slow but steady movement I was at the top.

I opened the door and a gust of cold wind crept over my skin. I shivered in the cold winter morning. I walked through the light layer of pure white snow. I walked to the edge of the building and stared out over it. The white snow glistened in the little sunlight that hung over the grey clouds. I coughed after breathing in too much cold air.

I positioned myself to jump and begin my journey to find my love. A hand grasps my wrist. I look back in fear and in shock.

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