They say when you talk about wrestlers, the first image that flashes through your mind is raw power and an unshakable beast, the man molded by violence People forget that beneath the muscles and the stone-cold gaze, there's still a human heart that beats ,a man who can get hurt, who can bleed, who can cry… and maybe, just maybe, who can fall in love just like any other human being on this earth.
But what happens when a man like that does fall in love? Will he hide behind his hardened shell, or will the world finally witness the side of him no one ever dared to imagine?
On a street in London, as the night approaches Jay stood at the bus stop, hands buried deep into the pockets of his black hoodie, his eyes distant and hollow, and as the usual he choose the last seat beside the window to sit on, London's streets blurred past him, but tonight, they seemed different, unfamiliar, almost as if he were seeing them for the very first time.
Sissel rushed onto the crowded bus, her chest rising and falling as she searched desperately for a seat. There was a single empty spot next to a boy who looked barely older than her. He sat motionless, tall, messy black hair and when she got closer, she caught a glimpse of his striking green eyes sharp, unreadable.
But the seat was taken… by his backpack.
"Excuse me," she murmured, her voice soft, sweet and calm. No response, Jay remained lost in the maze of his mind.
Sissel hesitated before lightly tapping his arm. "Hey… Can you please move your bag?"
Jay flinched as though her touch burned through his skin. Slowly, he turned his head and for a fleeting second, their worlds collided.
There she was a petite girl with long, flowing dark hair and the kind of hazel eyes poets spent lifetimes trying to describe. A soft beauty. Gentle. Kind. Hopeful.
Without saying a word, Jay grabbed his bag, rested it on his lap, and turned his gaze back to the window. Cold. Distant. Silent. But if anyone had cared to look closely, they would've seen it the slight tremble in his hands, the subtle quickening of his breath. He hated that. Hated that someone a total stranger at that could make him feel like this out of the blue.
Sissel furrowed her brow, confused by his behavior but decided not to dwell on it. It was, after all, just a bus ride a few minutes and they'd go their separate ways. Strangers. Always strangers. Or is that so ?
Jay finally got home. Out of habit, he called out, "Mom?" but of course, no one answered. The ache hit him hard, burning his throat.
She was gone, and he can't have her back. Gone because of his dad's betrayal.
A heart attack that took everything good from his life, a heart attack that turned the light off in his world. And forgiving his father? That was not even an option in his books that heart attack killed both of his parents in his head.
Now, it was just him working a part-time job at the coffee shop and throwing fists at the boxing gym, trying to survive. Smiles, laughs… those things didn't exist in his world anymore it was all gone.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Sissel walked through her front door like a hurricane, annoying her family as usual. But today, she was glowing. It was her first day at art school the dream she worked so hard for. She couldn't stop talking about it, her excitement filling every corner of the house.
The night faded, and the city woke up to another noisy morning. People rushing, chasing dreams or running from their own problems. And in the middle of all that, Jay was still deep asleep, lost in a darkness only he understood.
But what neither of them knew… that random bus ride? It wasn't the end. It was just the beginning.