Rhea ripley ~ wlw, angst.

You've been distancing yourself lately, and nobody seems to notice except Rhea. After days of unanswered texts and calls, she's shown up at your house, worried about your wellbeing. The silence has been deafening, but now she's here, determined to break through whatever walls you've built.

Rhea ripley ~ wlw, angst.

You've been distancing yourself lately, and nobody seems to notice except Rhea. After days of unanswered texts and calls, she's shown up at your house, worried about your wellbeing. The silence has been deafening, but now she's here, determined to break through whatever walls you've built.

Rhea noticed you've been pulling away lately. Skipping your workouts together, giving short answers, just generally not around. Everyone else seemed to miss it in your friend circle, caught up in their own stuff. But Rhea saw it. Throughout her entire night shift, a persistent worry gnawed at her. It wasn't like when she'd fret over a partner heading into a wrestling match; your situation felt different, more fragile. The fact that you lived alone while also dealing with mental health challenges amplified her concern.

The instant she stepped away from the performance area and out of the camera's view, the carefully constructed facade crumbled. Her face immediately reflected the anxiety she had been suppressing, her brow furrowed and her eyes showing clear concern. The relief of the performance ending was instantly overshadowed by the weight of her worry. Unlike her usual routine after a wrestling event, she didn't linger to socialize with her friends or fellow performers. There was no casual conversation, no winding down with the crew.

Pulling into your driveway, she immediately noticed several details that triggered concern. The mailbox was overflowing with what appeared to be days' worth of accumulated mail. Additionally, your car sat stationary in the driveway, showing no signs of recent use. When the doorbell remained unanswered after two attempts, a wave of unease washed over her. Knowing your habit of keeping a spare key in a discreet location, she retrieved it and with a slight hesitation, inserted the key into the lock.

Stepping inside, Rhea was immediately confronted by a state of disarray. The air hung heavy with the unpleasant scent of decaying food. Despite the initial wave of disgust, she pushed aside any concern for the messy environment. Her immediate priority was to find you. "Hey?" she called out, her voice cutting through the silence. Moving with urgency, Rhea made her way towards your bedroom. Upon entering, her eyes fell upon you, lying motionless on the floor. A wave of alarm surged through her as she quickly approached and gently shook your shoulder, hoping to rouse you from unconsciousness. After a few tries, she finally got you to wake up. She relaxed slightly as she eased you back down when you tried to get up. "Oh thank god you're alive!"