"Help Me Remember"

Song fiction, one shot, m/m relationship, and slash. Paring: Jeff Hardy/John Cena

A/N: Don't own, don't sue. Just for fun, read & review!

I know that you're leavin'

As soon as the sun

Comes through the window

There's no talkin' it over

The damage is done

There's just too much hurt

Too much to forgive

Oh, but we both know

We weren't always like this

Jeff's POV

I was sitting on the couch watching TV. We had another fight, so he packed his stuff and was moving back to Massachusetts, without saying another word; he got the last of his things. He's gone, I thought. Once the door slammed shut, I broke down. My mind reeling with a gazillion thoughts, but I knew it was over, or so I thought.

Help me remember

The way it used to be

When nothin' else mattered

'Cause you were lovin' me

Just for the night, one last time

One more good memory

That's what I wanna see

Oh, help me remember

John's POV

Why did he have to be so damned stubborn?! If he would've just listened to me, none of this would've happened and we wouldn't be in this situation right now! I ranted in my head. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel as angry tears streamed down my face. I stopped the car along the side of the road until I got my bearings; in the meantime, I cranked up the stereo just as "Help Me Remember" by Rascal Flatts started to play.

Those days that were so good

Those nights that we held

Held on forever

When we weren't pretenders

We were as real as we felt

Oh, I don't want to fight anymore

Don't want the last thing I hear tonight

To be a slammin' door

Baby, let it be like before

I hoped that Jeff was listening to this song. Maybe there still was a chance, I thought. So I went to the nearest Wal-Mart and picked out a beautiful bouquet of pink roses. Jeff's favorites, I thought, I paid for the flowers and drove back to his house.

This could be the last time

I look in your eyes

Jeff's POV

I heard a knock at the door, so I turned off the TV and opened the door. I stared at my lover in shock, flowers in his hand and a smile on his face. "May I come in?" I let him in and we started over again.

Help me remember

The way that we used to be

When nothin' else mattered

'Cause you were lovin me

Oh, help me remember

Oh, help me, help me

Oh, oh, oh, oh --