-John's POV-

The first time I won the WWE Championship, I cried in Bree's arms.

The first time I won the World Heavyweight Championship, I cried in Bree's arms.

Bree's winning the Women's Championship for the first time. I've waited for this moment for 4 years, knowing how passionate she was about this business and about the title. I've waited 4 years for her to win this title, for her to cry in my arms from being so incredibly happy.

And as I watched her match, watched her execute every move with complete perfection, I smiled with pride and happiness when she pinned Ashley to win. The crowd went absolutely mad. People loved Bree and Ashley the way they loved Trish Stratus and Lita. They loved their love-hate relationship, the chemistry they had in and out of the ring, and the way their matches were always so complex, so perfect. Those two always made sure they put on a show for their fans.

I watched the gorilla position, waiting for Bree to walk through it, and as she did she was met by almost all of the other divas, congratulating her. She had tears streaming down her face but she was smiling brightly, clutching onto her belt so tightly her knuckles were turning white.

When Ashley walked through, she attacked Bree with a tight hug, and I noticed she was also crying. I knew it wasn't only because she just lost the belt, its also because her best friend won it.

I could see Bree's shoulders shaking, and I knew she was sobbing into Ashley's shoulder.

That should be me.

Bree wiped her cheeks of mascara and tears, and looking a mess, she turned toward me. Her face lit up with a smile, and she began to head in my general direction, picking up her speed until she was running.

She ran right past me.

My entire face fell, settled into a frown as I turned around slowly, seeing her wrapped up in Adam's arms. He leaned down and cupped her face in his hands, kissing every inch of it as he whispered unknown words to her before kissing her lips passionately.

Nothing killed me more. Not because she ran past me, not because Adam was now her world, not because I loved her so much I could barely stand it. It killed me because he loved her, because he was good for her, because I think he'll treat her right - with love and respect. And I can't do anything about it. I have no excuse for her not to be with him. I can't stop him from loving her.

And it was completely apparent by the look on his face that he did love her.

"Did she just walk past you?" Ashley asked from next to me, and I didn't even look at her.

"Yeah." I whispered, "She did."

"That's a first.." She murmured, and I could feel her eyes locked on the side of my face.

"Yeah." I mumbled, shrugging. "No big.."

"No big? John, you look.." I held my hand up to stop her.

"Please. Not today." I looked over at her with a sigh, "I have to go prepare for my match."

"John...what about Bree?" She asked, nodding toward where Bree was speaking with Adam.

I shrugged, turning to leave again.

"You have to say something to her. Don't just leave without a word." Ash stated, frowning.

I stared at her a long moment, then sighed softly, "Tell her...tell her I said.."

I paused, trying to think of something, and I stared at Bree in silence as I did.

Her hair was messy, she had mascara lines all over her cheeks which were red, and her eyes were completely bloodshot.

But her smile was shining through like never before.

I frowned, whispering, "She looks really pretty."

And as I walked away, I heard Ashley say, "What? She looks like a crackhead..John?"

I ignored it, not even laughing at what she said, because I was trying to focus on the match I was about to partake in. And I don't know how I'm going to get through this match.

I can barely breathe.

-Bree's POV-

"Congrats!"

"Thank you." I said for what seemed like the millionth time that night. The smile on my face could not be erased no matter what, I was absolutely on top of the world right now.

I had just cleaned myself up and was now in catering with my belt in my lap, getting some food into my empty stomach. I'm surprised I didn't throw up during the match, because I couldn't eat all day today. I was so insanely nervous.

"Bree? Br- Oh! Oh my god, you have to come with me. Right now!" Ashley ran into the room, grabbing my arm and yanking me away from my delicious food. Thankfully, I caught my belt right before it fell off my lap and I ran with Ashley reluctantly.

"What the hell is going on? I was eating!" I scolded her as she pulled me into the men's locker room, pushing me in front of her and releasing my hand.

The first thing I saw was John. And then I realized he was clutching onto the World Heavyweight Championship, sweaty and gross, breathing heavily. His face was completely white though.

"John?" I asked, frowning, "What's wrong?"

It looked as if he didn't even hear me. He kept breathing so heavy, much heavier than he should be right now. I know he just had a match, but this was a little out of hand. I put my belt down as I kneeled in front of where he was plopped onto the floor, and I gently touched his arms. His eyes flickered to mine the second he felt my touch.

"What happened?" I barely whispered, staring at him with soft eyes.

"M-my..my dad's in the hospital.." He mumbled, shaking his head. Tears filled his eyes.

"Why? Is he okay?" I asked, frowning, my grip on his arms tightening.

John shook his head, "He had a heart attack..I don't..know..I .."

His first tear slid out of his left eye, and I immediately had him in my arms, his face pressed to my neck. My hands pressed to his head tightly, closing my eyes as I inhaled sharply.

I don't know what John would do if something happened to his father. I don't know what I would do. Johnny Fabulous had become the father I've always wanted but never had over the past four years. I adored him like no other, and if he..I can't even think it. I don't know what I'll do.

"Its okay." I whispered, clutching onto John tightly. "It'll be okay."

John sniffled, pulling back and staring at me with his bloodshot, teary eyes.

"You think?" He mumbled, frowning. I nodded instantly.

"Yeah. I really do. He's strong, John. He'll be okay." I continued to nod as I spoke.

John sniffled, his eyes softening, "I've heard that so many times, but the only time I ever believe it is when it's coming from you."

I never wanted to kiss him more than in that moment.