(Disclaimer: None of them are mine, they're TNA's. This never happened.
Author's Notes:
Y'know, I shouldn't be writing this. I should be writing the MCMG story that I'm working on, or the stupid het story that I forgot the name of. If only TNA hadn't shown the AJ apology letter to Christian thingy at the official site, because that's just begging for fanfics. And if only Christian wasn't such a sexy beast. Sigh.
BTW, I cannot write angst worth shit, so this will probably suck hardcore balls.
Tripping
What would drive someone to their breaking point?
The question dwelled on Christian's mind as he sat alone in his locker room, staring blankly into space. He felt dejected and hollow. Before, the only thing that got him out of bed was the thought of his title. The only thing that made him smile was his friends and their open arms. The only thing that kept him alive was his lover, his soulmate. Now, his title shot was gone with the wind. His friends disappeared along with it. AJ had left him.
Christian's heart skipped a beat upon the thought.
AJ left him last week.
He had really left him.
He left, and now he was all alone. The whole reality of it crashed against Christian's very core, and he let out a frustrated growl, screaming, "Damnit!" His fist connected with the metal bench he was sitting on. Hissing slightly at the pain, he studied the dent he had created, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. His knuckles would probably be swollen and bruised in a few hours. He ignored the throbbing in his hand, biting his lower lip as a surge of aggravation flowed into his body. He felt like destroying every fragile thing in the building, repeatedly.
He remembered the last time he saw AJ, two hours ago. They were backstage, and after taking one look at him, AJ had quickly turned the other way and left without saying a word.
It really was the most painful moment of Christian's life.
He slammed his fist against the bench again, feeling the tension in him fading slightly. He took a deep breath, finally willing himself to sort out his thoughts. He could get through this. He could get over him, and he will go on with his life. He just needed to jump the last hurdle, to let go of his feelings for AJ.
How the hell can someone jump over a thousand-foot wall?
It took Christian a while, but he finally figured out that he wasn't doing himself any good with his fucked up self-therapy.
He had always considered himself as a mellow man. He figured that perhaps it was time to readjust his personality traits. Judging by the pain in his fist after all his venting, he was not a mellow man at all.
He found himself creating even more dents as the seconds passed by.