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Light.

That was the first thing that John Cena noticed the next morning. Not just the light that was streaming through the curtains of their hotel room, but the light that had just sprouted into his entire existence. His love for Torrie Wilson. She was it. The one simple thing that was keeping him alive.

The night before had been the best night of his life, undoubtedly.

John was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. His hand were under his head, fingers laced. His chest and abdomen were both exposed, but his bottom half was hidden by white bedding. Torrie was snuggled up to him, her head on his chest, right below his dog tags. Her strawberry blond curls were spilling all over him.

He smiled. Torrie had always been a touchy-feely, but now more than ever. All night she had cuddled up to him, always keeping one hand in one of his, and the other wrapped around his stomach. He, on the other hand, had never been that affectionate. Besides his mom, of course, Torrie was the one he'd given the most hugs to. Liz had never been a very tender person, and actually preferred to have no skin-on-skin touch if at all possible. "I like my privacy," she always said, which had annoyed John to a point.

But not Torrie.

Torrie acted as if her whole life was better because of him, which elated him, because he felt the exact same way. God, he'd never felt this way before! The thought was scary, but surprisingly, John wasn't afraid of what was to come. Sure, the press was going to be atrocious, but they'd get through it. And, of course, John had never been with an older woman. In some ways though, it seemed like John was older. Torrie was usually the one who needed comforting, the one who needed someone to lean on. Here lately, though, it hadn't been that way. Since Liz had filed for divorce, Torrie had been the one comforting John.

John never expected this. Not Torrie, not his best friend in the whole world. But last night, he hadn't been able to control the desire that had overcame him and though John was a sensible guy, the night before he had not been thinking with his head. He'd been thinking with his heart. Never before had he felt so much passion in a single night. He had loved Torrie with everything in him, and he had not held back a thing. And by the way it happened, he seriously doubted that Torrie had, either.

So, Torrie loved him. He wasn't totally sure how he felt about that just yet, but he knew that he didn't dislike the fact. One thing that he did wonder was how it was for her all those years. To know that he was married, taken. By the way it sounded, her feelings for him were deep, real. It tormented him that it had basically been his fault that she'd been an emotional wreck for so long. Hopefully now, he could fix some of it.

John inhaled and exhaled. He smelled Torrie's hair, and a tropical blend filled his nose. Coconut, pineapple, orange, the list went on. All John knew was that he loved it. Liz's hair had always smelled like strawberry, which was all right, but John definitely preferred Torrie's hair. Torrie didn't snore, but she did, however, move around a lot, kick, and talk. She'd actually woken him up a couple of times, but he hadn't minded. In fact, he welcomed it. He barely registered the pain of being kicked and kneed in the side, and of being slapped in the throat and face.

Tilting his head to the right, he looked at the clock. Right now, it was 8:16 AM. He and Torrie had been sleeping a long time. Then, his stomach growled, as it should have. He hadn't had anything to eat since lunch two days ago. He had slept for about seventeen hours, something he never did. They slept all day Tuesday and then went to sleep at around midnight on Wednesday that same night.

He wanted to get up so that he could go get breakfast for not only himself, but for Torrie, too. He knew how important breakfast was to her. In fact, he could distinctly remember having a discussion with Torrie in 2002, the year that he'd debuted on Smackdown.

It was a morning after a house show in Los Angeles. Torrie had woken John up with a phone call, that honestly, he had hated her for. He'd been out until almost two am at a live event and she woke him up at seven the same morning.

"Hello?" he groaned, sleepily.

"John!" Torrie had yelled, perkily. Somehow, though she'd only slept about five hours, she was still awake and kicking.

"Torrie, do you have any idea what time it is?" John asked, annoyed, but somehow still smiling. Torrie did that to him.

"John, I'm hungry and I want food," Torrie said.

"Okay...," John trailed off, "order room service."

"I want McDonald's though!" she pouted, though John could not see it through the phone.

"Then go get McDonald's! Torrie, I'm exhausted, I just freaking worked my ass off and you're calling me for food!"

"But...I don't want to go alone. Please John, come with me."

"Torrie, why can't you bring Peter?"

At this time, Torrie and Peter were still dating, and although John didn't personally like him, he didn't have anything against him. Besides, Torrie was his sole friend in the WWE and he was going to screw that up.

"Peter's gone home because he's not feeling well. I tried to get him to let me go with him, but he insisted that I stay here. He said that there's no use in both of us missing Smackdown and the house shows. So, can you come with me please. Puh-lease?"

John sighed. "Meet me in the lobby of the hotel. But you're going to have to wait a while so that I can wake up."

"Yay!" Torrie squealed, "We're going to have sausage, egg, and cheese McGriddles and those awesome hash browns that they make! Oh, and maybe an apple pie-"

"Tor, we are on strict diets. Won't Vince kill us?"

"What he doesn't know won't kill him," Torrie replied.

John smiled at the memory. Cokes, sausage, egg, and cheese McGriddles, hash browns, and those apple pies. That was what they'd eaten that day, before pulling an extra hour at the gym. Which, as of lately, John had been skimping out on a lot, which he shouldn't have been doing because his match with the Rock at 'Mania was very, very soon.

His stomach rumbled again and he decided to get some food. He didn't want to leave Torrie, but he'd be back. And when he returned, there'd be food for her.

Lifting Torrie's arm off of him, he got up from the bed and put on his boxers, shorts, and T-shirt. Then, he brushed his teeth and wrote a quick note to Torrie, telling her where he was going.

He jingled his car keys in his hand as he walked, whistling with every step. John Cena had never been this happy before! Torrie was becoming his entire world. His world that was about to come crashing down.

Because when John looked up, he saw none other than his ex-wife, Elizabeth Huberdeau.

His mouth dropped open and gaped. He was literally frozen in shock. Liz, on the other hand, was not. Her mouth, too, gaped, but she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him, her short blond hair swishing. "John!"

His arms stayed put at his sides. He cleared his throat and muttered, "Elizabeth."

"Why so formal? What happened to 'Liz?'"

John glared at her. "That's what I used to call my wife. But since we're divorced, I call her by her real name. Bitch."

Elizabeth's jaw dropped. This had not been part of her plan.

Her master plan.

Sure, she'd screwed up by divorcing him in the first place, but if all went correctly, she and Tyler would never need to work a day in their life.

"John, I've missed you so much!" Liz gushed, ignoring John's iciness toward her.

"I haven't missed you," John replied, "what the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you in Tampa? Or in West Newberry with your family?"

"Because, John!" Elizabeth replied, "I came to find you and tell you how sorry I am. I'm sorry I got angry with you and wanted the divorce. It was the biggest mistake of my life. I love you, John, and I want you back." Her eyes bore into his.

"Well, I don't love you and I don't want you back," John crossed his arms.

"You're lying," Elizabeth said, "John, I've been with you since I was nineteen. I know you and I know that you miss me as much as I miss you."

"No," John shot at her, "I really don't! I...I found someone else." He smiled involuntarily, thinking of Torrie.

Elizabeth stayed quiet for a moment, trying to think of something to say. "Torrie, huh? Yeah, I saw the tabloid, but I spurned it because I trusted you. I guess now I-"

"Elizabeth, I never cheated on you!" John snapped, "You can believe whatever the hell you want, but I swear to God I never cheated on you!"

Elizabeth knew he wasn't lying. John never swore to God, because it went against his beliefs. If John Cena swore on God, he was telling the truth.

"But, if you're asking if she and I are together now, well, we are," John stared at her.

Well, more or less they were. If he had his way, they would be. And he suspected the same from Torrie.

Elizabeth's time was running out. But then, she saw her chance as Torrie Wilson, John's (in her words) little whore of a girlfriend, coming out of the elevator into the lobby.

Elizabeth, with one swoop of her arms, embraced John and kissed him. And although John did not want to, he kissed her back. Suddenly, Liz broke the kiss and glanced at Torrie with mock shock. "Torrie, I didn't see you standing there!"

John spun around and his heart sank. There, stood Torrie, his best friend, his soulmate, his lover. Her entire face had flattened. Her usual smile was turned upside down in a heartbroken frown. Her shining emerald orbs spilling over with tears. All in all, her entire expression was grief-stricken.

And that was the moment that John Cena's life hit a new low.

Aww, I hated writing this! I almost cried about three times. I'm sorry it's a cliffhanger, but I felt like I should get one more chapter in before the weekend. Is this the end of Torrie and John? So, Wrestlemania's on Sunday! :) God, I hope Cena beats Rock. And my brother swears that he read from an exclusive source that this is the Undertaker's final match in the WWE. I've got a feeling that (if this is true) he'll get his 20-0 streak, or HHH will just barely beat him. Either way, he's going out with a bang. But, like I said, he may not even be retiring yet. It's just a rumor. I was reading today, and I found out that Jeff Hardy went to prison for drugs! I couldn't believe it; I love, love, love the Hardy Boyz, even though they're not in the WWE anymore. And Jeff and drugs? Psh, it depressed me. I'm fairly sure that he's clean now. Not only that, but Randy Orton was proven to have had all sorts of freaking steroids. He might not have used them, but he was in possession of them. LOL, I'll stop rambling. I hope you enjoyed! :)