liv morgan hated that she still noticed him. after everything that happened, after the choices they made and the line they crossed, she should have been able to look at finn bálor and feel nothing. that would have been easier. she wanted to be angry. she wanted the resentment to come naturally. she wanted to convince herself that he was just another person standing in her way, another person she had no reason to care about. but finn had never been just another person. that was the problem. liv hated how much history sat between them. how many moments she replayed when she was alone. how easily she remembered the arguments, the tension, the way he challenged her without ever letting her hide behind the confidence she showed everyone else. she hated that she understood him. she hated that part of her still wanted him to understand her. the betrayal should have erased everything. instead, it only made the feelings she refused to admit harder to ignore.
liv stood there, looking at @chvmpiionsx, and reminded herself that she was supposed to be cold. she was supposed to be unaffected. she was supposed to be the person who walked away without looking back. but finn was the one person who made that impossible. ❝ you know what’s funny? ❞ liv let out a quiet laugh, though there was no real humor behind it. ❝ i spent so much time convincing myself that i didn’t care what you thought. ❞ she looked away briefly before forcing herself to meet his eyes again. ❝ and yet here i am. ❞ her jaw tightened. ❝ still trying to explain myself to you. ❞ she hated that she was doing it. hated that she felt the need to make him understand. because liv morgan didn’t explain herself. she didn’t apologize. she didn’t let people see the parts of her that hurt. but with finn, she always seemed to break her own rules. ❝ you really know how to make things complicated. ❞ a small, frustrated smile appeared on her face. ❝ that’s what i hate about you. ❞ she paused. not because she didn’t know what she wanted to say. because she knew exactly what she wanted to say. ❝ i hate that you make me think. ❞ her voice lowered. ❝ i hate that i can’t just be angry at you. ❞ liv swallowed, annoyed by her own honesty. ❝ because being angry would be easier. ❞ she stepped closer, her expression becoming more serious. ❝ i could tell myself that you’re just arrogant. that you’re impossible. that you’re the reason everything went wrong. ❞ a pause. ❝ but i know that’s not the whole truth. ❞ liv looked away, refusing to let herself become too vulnerable. ❝ that’s the part that bothers me. ❞ she took a breath. ❝ because no matter how much i try to hate you… ” her voice softened. ❝ i don’t. ❞ the admission hung between them. and for once, liv didn’t cover it with a joke or a smirk. she just stood there, letting the truth exist for a moment. ❝ don’t think this changes anything. ❞ her confidence returned, but only slightly. ❝ i’m still going to fight you. i’m still going to challenge you. i’m still going to make your life difficult. ❞ a small smile crossed her face. ❝ because that’s who i am. ❞ she looked at him one last time. ❝ but maybe that’s also why i can’t completely walk away. ❞ liv hated admitting that. but she hated pretending even more.