Sad fic everyone! Bring out your tissues and be prepared! Also, this was inspired by the song by Deftones Diamond Eyes.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone mentioned in this story.
Warnings: Cursing, character death and blood.
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John Cena lay in his bed. It was well past midnight and he couldn't sleep. He felt as if something was wrong, very wrong.
He sat straight up, rubbing his eyes. Glancing around he spotted his cell phone. He picked it up and dialed the all to familiar number and waited for an answer. Except, the ringing on the other end never happened.
John felt utterly confused. He tried the number again. Still no ringing. He bit his lip, deciding whether to go look for his lover or get some rest.
The former WWE Champion took the first decision. He put on a shirt and shoes and headed out of his hotel room. Walking down the corridor, he spotted the room he was looking for.
He knocked once, twice, then finally at five knocks, Nexus member David Otunga opened the door looking very tired and pissed off. "What do you want Cena?"
"I was looking for Phil." John crossed his arms, staring down the shorter man.\
"Well he's not here."
"What do you mean he's not here? I thought he roomed with the rest of the group?"
"He didn't want to stay with us, Cena. Besides, what do you want with him? Didn't you dump him for Randy Orton?"
It was true. John broke up with Phil for Randy for god knows why. He made a huge mistake. Randy was a bigger dick than anyone he's ever met. John tried explaining it to Phil but he refused to take him back. That's why the straight-edge superstar joined Nexus. So he could take down John and Randy.
"Listen, that's not important right now. What room is he staying in?"
"Why should I tell you?" the feeling in his stomach got worse.
"Just tell me goddammit!" John grabbed Otunga by the shirt and slammed him into the wall in the hallway.
"Room 207 for fuck sake!" The blue eyed man let go of Otunga and jet down the hallway to Phil's room.
It took 1 flight of stairs and a whole mile of running to get to Phil's room. Once there, he knocked a few times. Getting impatient, he pounded on the door.
After about 10 minutes of waiting he started to shout, hands shaking from the pain of pounding on the door and from fear. He stepped back, barging into the door, opening it.
What he found, would have broken everyones heart.
Phil was lying on the floor, wrists bloodied and phone on floor broken.
John stood there for what felt like a lifetime. He fell to his knees and crawled over to the tattooed man whispering "Phil?"
He shook him gently, earning a groan from the shorter man. John rolled him over on his back. "Phil? What happened?" He stroked his hair lovingly. The reply he got broke John down to tears.
"I love you..." All went black for Phil. All he felt and heard was a kiss on his soft lips and a voice saying ever so quietly.
"I love you too..."
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John Cena was the last remaining man left at Phil's funeral. He stood there, motionless, looking down at Phil's grave.
He gave one last shaky breath, before bending down over the other man's grave, pressing a kiss to his fingers onto the headstone. He held the WWE Championship in his hands and whispered "This one... is for you my sweet lover..."
He stood up, leaving behind his diamond eyes.
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I cried, litteraly while writing this. If you want a more touching expeiriance, read this while listening to the song.
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