A/N: Hey Fellow Jolina fans. Here's the 2nd chapter of the story. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Literally Apart

When John Cena walked in the room it suddenly became quiet. You could feel the respect that the others wrestlers were giving to this young but successful man. He was the Top Superstar of WWE in which he grew up so much. It was already known that John wasn't the kind of guy who would let the fame get to his personal values and he continued to be the nice and kind person he always used to be. Everybody loved and respect John Cena. From Vince McMahon to the youngest hired wrestler, everyone had something to learn from John, something they would admire or, why not, envy about him. He was young, successful, and handsome. He had the world at his feet. But was he really happy? Would all this celebrity cover the essential needs of a human being? He asked himself this questions over and over again. Being most of the time on the road, away from his family and from his old friends, he tried to make a substitute family of the WWE crew, he tried to please everyone and not to make them feel overwhelmed that John Cena is the main reason wrestling industry is so famous and appreciated nowadays. Oh, there was The Rock too…

"I'm glad you finally came!" John heard Vince McMahon's voice as he made his way to his seat. "As I was saying to the others, we need a new form of show that would explode the audience." McMahon smirked.

John looked confused around and found his friend, Randy Orton staring back at him. "What?" He mouthed to him, and Randy just shook his head.

"John, did you hear what I was saying?" He turned his head to the older man. "I am looking forward to promote your feud with Mr. Johnson at higher levels. The audience just loves to see you two fighting in matches and that can only be benefic for our industry." McMahon let himself fell back on his seat.

"I understand your interest Mr. McMahon, but don't you think this whole story is overrated already?" John's blue eyes met McMahon's cunning ones. "I mean… there's already a year since we keep haunting each other and the public might already got tired of this."

"John is right." Dwayne, who had been silent all this time, spoke. "Let's fresh this story, maybe add some new wrestlers."

McMahon stayed silent for a few minutes, lost in his thoughts then finally had come to a solution that, as he believed, will solve their problem.

After the meeting finished, John remained in the office, lost in his thoughts. He should have left with his usual friends, Randy and Phill, but it seemed like he didn't even notice that the meeting was already over.

"Don't you think is a good idea?" He heard a rough voice. When he lifted his head he met Dwayne's eyes.

"I don't know what to say, it's been a long time since I work with Divas." He responded and set up. They both made their way out of the empty room.

"Candice Michelle is not a diva you don't know at all, John." Dwayne smiled insinuative as they were walking to the main floor.

"Just because we have an affair doesn't mean I am ready to work with her. She isn't that brilliant in the ring, I'm not ashamed to say it." John shrugged. Since Candice basically got in his life by force when his life was a mess, she kept getting involved in everything he did. It flattered him by a point, but when it came to the ring, Candice Michelle had always been the "Pretty Face" and she had never managed to change that. Candice wasn't the woman he needed in his life, or at least that's what everybody told him, but he didn't care. Since love had nothing to do with John Cena's persona, he felt the freedom to date whoever he wanted without getting emotionally involved. He hadn't find that woman who could make him leave everything behind and just ran away with her, and he doubt that he will ever find her, or if she actually exists. No love, no pain was his life's motto.

"I find it pretty cool, actually. I would give anything to work with my girlfriend in the ring, but I know that's something really hard to achieve." Dwayne broke John's thoughts as he pressed the elevator's button.

"Your girlfriend?" John smiled amused. "Which one of them?" The elevator took them to the ground floor.

Dwayne smirked and pointed to a black haired woman who was turned with the back on them. She was not too tall, with perfect curves which her cream skirt was relieving. "She is my girlfriend. The only one I have." The woman turned as she heard Dwayne's voice and smiled at him. A sincere and caring smile.

"It can't be true…" John mumbled as his blue eyes met the woman's hazel ones.

"John, it's been a while since I saw you last time." The woman said as Dwayne finished hugging her. "How are you?" She smiled at him.

John cleared his throat. "I'm good thanks for asking. How are you Melina?" John put his hands in his pockets. It's been almost two years since he last saw Melina, and by that time Melina was one of the closest friends John had ever had. They were inseparable, always talking and finding comfort in each other's presence. Melina was the only person John felt completely safe and he truly trusted. He could tell her everything that was on his mind or he was getting through. Except for one thing.

"I'm good." Melina replied with a kind and friendly smile, a smile which was also distant. She didn't figure out why exactly felt strange seeing John again.

"Shouldn't we go?" Dwayne broke their long eye contact, an eye contact which was telling so much but yet it remained silent. Melina nodded and waved to John as they both made their way outside.

John stared at them leaving, until they turned the corner, going probably home, at their home. God, she changed so much! She looked thinner and bothered, but also he noticed something that he had never seen in her eyes. Happiness or resignation? He heard about her departure… He couldn't help her and that almost killed Vince for such a horrible decision. But he never got close to her, never asked if she was alright, because he was a coward. He heard from others that she left back to her home and he wanted to visit her, to be there for her, but he just couldn't see her suffer. It pained him only to imagine that one single tear was running her soft cheeks.

"I saw her…" John confessed to Randy, two hours later in Randy's apartment. He needed someone to talk to, and he knew Randy is the only one he can find always there for him. Since Melina left, he grew close to Randy until they became best friends. They were different, of course, Randy was a Lovelace, the man of all the women, beautiful ladies in his bed every night; but John, on the other hand, was trying not to lose his concentration with parties and cheap women. But Randy thought him a life lesson that he started to follow soon after Melina completely vanished from his life. Never fall in love. That's why he hooked up with Candice…

"Who?" Randy asked as he filled his glass with whisky. John didn't answer and he glanced at him. He was staring in empty space. "John, who did you see?" Randy asked again, louder.

John looked at him. "I saw Melina, man." He sighed and looked down.

"Well that's good. Did you see that she was fine? Oh here we go again. You can't blame yourself for her leaving, John. It wasn't your fault."

"I don't want to talk about that." John said quickly. "Do you know who her boyfriend is?" He looked again at him. Randy shrugged. "It's The Rock."

Randy stayed silent. "Oh… That's surprising." He looked at his glass and cleared his throat. It was one of the signs that he was lying.

John stood up. "Did you know already?" Randy didn't answer and drank his whiskey. "Answer me!" John felt his tension rising.

"Well yes I did, actually. I emailed her some months ago and she told me she started a new life in LA with…him." Randy swallowed.

Suddenly John grabbed Randy by his shirt and pushed him against his wall-bar. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me sooner?"

"John, man, calm down! I wanted but I thought it isn't relevant for you and also I didn't know you care, I'm sorry." Randy defended himself and John released him and rubbed his face. "I'm sorry!" He repeated.

"You knew I was desperately to know how she was. How could you hide this from me? Do you have any idea how I felt when I saw him with her?" John snapped.

"Well I'm sorry; the only thing I cared about is your god damn obsession for this woman. I tired to protect you, John; don't you see you're hurting yourself too? Why don't you leave her alone? Haven't you done enough to her?" Randy snapped mad. John grabbed his jacket and left without a word.

"John c'mon, I didn't mean it.." The slammed door was the answer received.

In Los Angeles, California, it was raining. Such a strange phenomenon since in California rarely rains. It was a loudly, thunder storm, with big drops which were fiercely slammed against the window. Melina watched them draining, but her mind wasn't on the racing drops. Her mind was far away, back in time. She thought, for the first time since she recovered from her clinical depression, about John. She expected to see him, since she knew all the WWE Superstars were at the meeting, but she never expected to feel so strange. A bunch of emotion where running up and down her stomach: Joy, relief, longing, puzzle, madness, and something else. Something hided so deep that she was afraid to clarify it.

As her mind was flying away, she didn't hear footsteps behind her. It was visibly clear that something concerned Melina.

"Thinking of him, huh?"

End of Chapter 2

I hope you enjoy it. I know the situation isn't pretty clear but every question will have their answer in the future chapters.

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