John Cena lost his high school sweetheart in a freak accident after being with her for 14 years he's depressed and won't let anyone in but can an unwanted rescuer help him realise there is life after the death of Amelia and his own death isn't the answer
John was once again staring down at the glass in front of him on the bar most people would say the glass is half full John would say it's half empty. Ever since his love died nothing ever seemed to be right any more, the puzzle pieces were not seeming to fit together like they used to.
John stood up from his chair and slinked out the bar into the late night breeze, he plunged his hands into his pockets as he walked trying to keep warm on the walk back to the hotel. He couldn't hold eye contact with anyone for more than a second without wanting to knock them out, people who didnt know him before Amelia's death sure did now, it was all over the news when the press got a hold of what happened in John Cena's hotel room that caused the death of a young women.
What they printed often was true but elaborated and twisted from the actual truth, that made people think John was responsible when truth was he was sleeping just like Amelia was, she just never woke up.
That image of the blue lifeless body of his wife laying next to him will forever be engraved in john's mind, his family her family the public and also probably some of his work colleagues think John was some how responsible for her death.
John got into the warm of the hotel and walked across the lobby looking towards the floor, just in case someone went to talk to him he put his head down as if to say don't talk to me.
He exhaled when he got into the lift and the doors closed in front of him he closed his eyes and it was like she was there with him messing around like she normally did, she was an excitable child for most of the time, she would constantly make John laugh, they were best friends and lovers, they were perfect.
The ping of the elevators opening brought him back to the present, he stepped out and headed left but not before glancing right he stopped seeing an old friend of his sat on the floor just looking towards a door. He turned to the figure, he and the women had a brief love story line, she ended it, she felt weird doing it knowing John had a wife that often watched the scenes. Amelia was totally fine with his love story line often giving her input on how to make it more believable, but the women involved just felt to weird, which they both could understand. Amelia often asked the women over to try to get John and her to have more chemistry, she thought if they were friends off screen it would come across on screen.
He walked towards the women, who looked up at him. "why" he said simply, John was a man on little words since his wife passed, he doesn't know why he cant find the words he wants to use it was just something he never tried to understand or over come.
Mickie James looked up at the man "locked out" she said softly "forgot the door locks when you shut it"
"cant you get a new key" he asked
"not till the manager comes in, in the morning" she said
"you, you could kip on my sofa if you want" he found himself saying, he wanted to be alone but the human inside of him couldn't just leave her there mickie looked up at the man the confusion and shock written on her face for everyone to see. John looked up from her looking down the corridor.
"thank you" she said softly "that would be nice"
John watched her as she rose to her feet before leading the way down to his room.
Mickie was stood in the main room of the room with her hand in her pocket she looked around it was so bare, when ever Amelia got into a new hotel room she would always make it 'homily'. Amelia was gone in more than one way, her presence and her ability to make a room something when it was nothing.
"you can wear this if you want" John said holding it to her "meals used to wear it" he said softly
Mickie watched the man just staring at it no one ever did understand why he called her meals, they just figured it was an inside joke nickname that stuck from high school. "it's ok" she said softly "I'll just wear this that ive got on" John looked at her "doesn't feel right" John nodded and held it between both his hands.
"because she's dead isn't it" he asked softly
Mickie looked down "you found that pretty easily John, you clearly have that close by"
"still smells like her" he said softly "it's the only thing I have of her, her family took everything else"
Mickie glanced at the man briefly "night john" she climbed into the bed John made for her on the sofa and got comfy for the long night ahead.
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