Title: Obsession
Author: Krys a.k.a. Kid Dynamo a.k.a. THE Kid Hardy
Summary: After the death of his wife, John Cena tries to grieve in peace. That is, until he meets his new neighbor, a widower herself. But looks can be deceiving. (Based on the WWE Trish Stratus/Mickie James feud!)
Story Disclaimer: I do not own John Cena, or any other WWE Superstar and/or WWE Diva. Matter of fact, I do not own anyone under a World Wrestling Entertainment contract in real life. This is only fan fiction, and this is a story that just happens to blur the reality lines a little bit. Don't sue; you won't get dime out of me!
NOTE: I'm warning you now, this story will drift away from most of my normal romance stories. This story is, or has the potential to be, darker than most of my other stories posted on any site. This is a heads-up to anyone currently reading this: This story will have sex, violence, maybe a character death or two. No one is safe once my wicked mind gets to work!
West Newbury, Massachusetts - April 7, 2006 - Edinburgh Cemetery
John Cena stared unseeingly at the scene before him. A casket was being lowered into the ground. The casket contained the body of his wife of several years, Alisha Nicole Anderson-Cena. She had been struck by a car in a hit-and-run incident a few months back, the impact of the blow knocking her into an irreversible coma. Though it had been one of the hardest and saddest decisions he had ever had to make, John chose to end her suffering and misery, and removed her from life support.
As the mourners walked by to drop a last parting gift onto her gravesite, John continued to stare into the wet, muddy soil. He remembered the night he'd had to let her go. Her whole family, consisting of brothers and sisters from all over New Jersey, were there, not to mention his own. He watched the lines grow farther and farther apart, and it felt as if a piece of him were dying each time he saw the spaces in her lifeline. Finally, the spaces thinned out into one long, single line, beeping loudly to show that the patient was now pronounced deceased, and he cried. He'd cried harder than he'd ever cried in his life.
And today was the hardest day he'd ever had to do. Right after a tough loss to Triple H for the coveted WWE Championship a few days prior to the death, this had happened, and turned his whole world upside down. His brother, Matt Cena, had been the one to help him the most with the funeral arrangements, her final resting place, etc. Though John had been indebted to his brother for helping him in his hour of grief, he couldn't help but want to be by himself right now. He just couldn't deal with the loss at the moment. It was too overwhelming to bear.
He walked past the grave, dropping Ali's favorite flower, a white pink-tipped rose, and a photo of them on their wedding day into the ground. "Something to remember while you're up there waiting for me," he said quietly, kneeling down in the mud to say a quick prayer.
The ground was soft and mushy, and he slipped a little before gaining his footing back as he kneeled. "I love you, Ali," he said, fighting back tears once again. He'd thought that he was all cried out, having cried every day since the night he turned her life support off, but then again, you can never cry too much. "I always have, and I always will. I won't forget you, I promise. Today's only a temporary goodbye. I'll be with you soon." He stood up in the cold, rainy afternoon, and walked to his car. He couldn't bear to see the gravediggers covering his wife's coffin. He was sure he'd lose it for sure.
His brothers were waiting for him at his car once he finally caught up to the rest of the attendees. "Are you gonna be okay, man?" Dan asked, clapping a hand on his shoulder for support.
John looked at his brother, and sighed. "I don't know, Dan. I just don't know."
At the same time - Austin, Texas
"Goodbye, Paul… I'll miss you." Krystle London wiped her red eyes, and kissed the casket containing Paul London's body. "I love you, Pauly… we'll be together soon. I won't ever forget you, I promise."
Less than two months after Paul London's death, his young wife had left Texas for Boston, Massachusetts.