-1Disclaimer: I own nothing! This is based on a John/Mickie storyline that was briefly on RAW. Everything else is fabricated and is a work of fiction, hence the term fan fiction. :D
AN: I'm back for a one-shot! This time, it's a Mickie/Chris pairing, since I do enjoy reading fanfics about them. Hee! Anyway, please remember to read & review as all your criticism would only encourage me to write more! Enjoy!
If this is love, then I'm about to hit and miss, we're both going to get hurt.
Mickie stared into his ocean-blue eyes, which were now filled with pain and hurt. She didn't blame him, after all, it was her, that dropped the bomb on him not too long ago.
His blue eyes never blinked. It seemed to be permanently locked on hers.
"Why?" was all he managed to choke out. If looks could kill, she would have been dead by now. "Tell me you're kidding me."
Mickie flinched. His arms gripped her shoulders. It hurt her, but she couldn't say a word.
"Please," he begged. "Tell me this is some kind of sick joke that you are playing. Because you got me and you got me good. Mickie, please."
She had never seen him like this. Shaking, she fought her way out of his grip.
"Chris," she began. "I don't know how to explain this feeling I have with him."
"Feeling?!" Chris flared up. "Mickie Laree James, we were in a relationship for two years! And suddenly you're telling me you're developing feelings for this ..this hip-hopper?"
"Chris, he is not a hip-hopper." Mickie felt offended. Then again, she was in no position to be angry.
"What kind of fucking feelings does he give you that I can't?!"
Mickie could see clearly that he was in no mood for a witty comeback. She slummed back into her seat, just watching him pace the floor.
"Really, Mickie? You're leaving me, for John? John fucking Cena?" he spat, face scrunched in disgust as he mentioned John's name.
"You know what, Chris?" finally finding the voice within her. "Look at you! For the past two years, I have never been happy. All you ever cared about was how good you look in the wrestling ring. You're obsessed with yourself and you never spare a thought about me! I'm surprised you even remember our anniversary, let alone my name!"
For the first time, since he confronted her, he didn't have anything to say.
"Chris, I love you. I really do. But enough is enough. There is no purpose in me, lying to myself about how happy I am when I really am not. John, he gives me something you couldn't. Love. He loves me, he treats me like a boyfriend would."
Chris knelt down before her.
"Mickie," Chris couldn't bear to hear all these words that are coming out from her mouth. "I, I've been selfish."
"Yes, yes you have."
His face fell.
"What?"
"I know, I went about this the wrong way. I cheated. But I couldn't take it anymore, Chris. Ever since you came back, all you could think about was wrestling and yourself. You've become distant." She chocked on her last few words.
Distant.
"So, this is it? We're .. over?" He didn't want it to come to this and he could tell that she didn't either.
"I'm sorry."
With a swift move, she pushed herself past him, in search for her true love. John Cena. But behind closed doors, lies a man with a broken heart.
The glass shattered before him as his knuckles bled. The he looked at his reflection from the shattered pieces of what used to be a mirror.
I've been selfish and distant, but baby, please. Please don't leave me.