Ecstasy. A pure fantasy, just knowing you can be so close to someone who completes you on a higher level. Someone who can understand the in's and outs of your life. Just knowing how he feels about him, and every move he makes. He's under the influence and his power; beneath him, in a sense. A peasant in front of a king. To be in front of him is an insult, but for love, he takes such a chance in which he hopes he feels the same too. And that feeling? Nothing less than love.
Dashing. Dashing was what Cody Rhodes was. On the outside was a handsome, yet cocky young man, led only by a legacy and a dream. But on the inside, slept an insecurity about his broken looks that awoke from time to time. But love was something different for Cody. Something he thought he had when he was dashing. But now, facially disfigured, he suspected no one would love him. This is until Mike came along.
"Cody."
Cody sat next to Mike and looked at him.
"yeah?
Mikes eyes were filled with concern, as was his expression. Cody had been having loss after loss. Even Vince was starting to wonder about the mental state of Cody Rhodes.
"What's been going on lately? This… losing streak. It's not like you. And that insane obsession with masks!"
Cody stood up, angry. This had just gotten personal.
"It's not an obsession!"
Mike also got up. He layed a hand on Cody, who slapped it away.
"I don't need your pity Mike. You use that title as a mask. You're no different than anyone else!"
"Cody. You're being ridiculous. Just look at yourself! Are you saying you haven't changed at all between now and before Rey broke your face?"
"I'm fine. I'm the same guy I was before. Now leave me alone, Mike."
Cody grabbed his things and slung his bag over his shoulder. Walking to his bus, he started to take everything Mike had said to heart. Opening the door, he threw his things down in a rage. Running to the bathroom, he used his arms to bulldozer all the things on the sink counter. Heavily breathing and balancing himself on the sink's sides, he looked at what he had become.
"You're wrong."
Cody pulled back and smashed his fist into the mirror that everyday mocked him so. Blood poured from his hand, as he looked at the bloody fragments of mirror on the floor, looking back at him, smug and self-satisfied.
He was alone. Only left with bloody fists encased with mirror fragments and what was left on the floor, staring back at him. Cody was a shell of his former self. A loner, insecure, hiding from himself. The mask was just a joke taken too far, but he needed the safety he got from it. He could use the mask as a barrier from the world. Hiding. Waiting. The word ugly was like kryptonite, and he was superman. Being handsome was not only a gimmick, but the only thing he had left.
As always, Cody picked out each shard from his right hand, slowly wincing as he made it to his left hand. Cleaning the blood off his hands reminded him of Macbeth, his favorite play. Because no matter how much he washed, his guilt stayed with him, laughing. He swept up the glass, but let the blood on the floor stay. He was getting tired of being near mirrors. Tired of being judged. Tired of the new scars on his hands every time he passed by his reflection. Every scar in his heart up to this point had broken open. And Cody Rhodes was just tired.