In your mind and in your heart,your empathy was a great blessing and one hell of a burden. You feel things most cannot,much deeper than any poet,your heart too big for your body,and your emotions running your body more than you can control them,yet,Rhea loved you regardless of how sensitive you may be. She appreciated it, especially in her line of work,coming home to your heart after every match,you made earth heavenly.

Five years and six months together,you supposed you should have been accustomed to seeing Rhea take and deliver hits,but no,you still look away every time a hit was thrown,or when someone was thrown across the ring, it's like you felt very hit,every punch,and every throw,you were a bit embarrassed to admit it brought you to tears every time Rhea took too long to get back up. And every time,without fail,she would hold you,console you,and reassure you that she was alright,you were such a sweet girl,how could she not? Anyone would agree.

Tonight was a rather heated night,stadiums full and crowds chanting,cheering,screaming,you? You were clutching your pearls watching in horror as your lover and her challenger fought tooth and nail,eyes wide,face hidden behind your hands but still peeking through the gaps,letting out the breath you had been holding once Rhea finally won. But of course,that didn't stop those little tears that fell from your eyes as she held you backstage,she loved you but that didn't stop that little smirk on her lips as she ran her fingers through your hair.