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The audience in the crowd boos you, you’ve been in this position before, you’re the villain of the story and a fair part of you likes it, thrives on it. But not this time, because they’re booing her too. Bayley is not used to it and you can see it. She was born to be the heroine of the story. And she probably would be if it weren’t for you. Because she loves you, because she chose you over them.
She smiled at you when they were doing it, like only you mattered, but now she’s quietly unlacing her boots in the locker room. You sit down next to her and kiss her neck.
“Wait until I take a shower, I’m all sweaty.” she says.
“I don’t care…still glad I’m back?”
“Of course I am, it’s just been a rough night baby…I just thought they’d understand why I need to do this. I really don't understand how loyalty is something so difficult for others to understand.”
“They just don't think I'm worth loyalty.”
“Then they're wrong.”
You kiss her and try to put enough love on your lips to make up for the loss of the adoration of a crowd.
Bayley kisses you back as if you succeed.