-Bree's POV-

Everybody, and I mean everybody, has been giving me pity looks all day. I have absolutely no idea why. There isn't anything wrong right now that I'm aware of. I'm thinking that everyone knows something I don't, and its killing me. I want to be in on the gossip.

I had on nothing but a white towel, my hair pulled into a messy bun and my body wet.

I was just "getting out of the shower" in this promo.

"Hey, Bree." John's voice boomed behind me, and he sounded much better than last week.

"John." I smiled at him, turning back to the stagehand that was squirting water on me.

"How are you?" he asked, standing at my side now.

"Fine. You?" I asked, glancing over at him.

"Great!" He smiled, and I could instantly tell something was wrong.

That was not a real Johnny smile. It didn't reach his eyes.

"How's your dad?" I asked, still smiling lightly at him.

"He's good." He stated, nodding, still smiling that..that smile.

"Ready?" I asked, and he nodded, following me to our spots.

I walked out of the shower, fixing my towel, hearing the crowd cheer loudly. As I fixed my towel, I began to step forward, and I bumped directly into John.

I squealed, backing up quickly from the shock. "What are you doing in here?!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry." He said instantly, "I just walked in, I didn't know you'd be..well in here like..that." He was staring at me dreamily.

"W-well..get out!" I ordered, scrunching my eyebrows, clutching my towel closer.

"Okay...okay..I'm not looking!" He turned his head, squeezing his eyes shut and holding his hands up in defense.

"I just wanted to say that I had a really great time with you the other night, and I'd really love it if you'd go out with me again!" He said quickly, his hands still out.

They were inches from my breasts.

I paused a moment, smiling. "Oh. I'd love to."

John sighed in relief, "Great! Because I know of this - .."

His hands, still out in defense, completely grabbed my boobs.

His eyes stayed shut, "Please tell me those are your shoulders."

My eyes widened, "GET OUT, Cena!"

"I'll call you." He said, before bolting out.

The camera panned in on my face as I watched him leave, then shook my head.

I smiled brightly, blushing.

I headed away from the camera and crew, going to find my bag so I can get into my regular clothing. Thank god I didn't have any more promos or matches tonight, so I can go sleep.

John appeared at my side instantly, and I noticed he was still smiling.

"Something up?" I asked when he continued to stare at me.

"Yeah. I have some good news." I turned to look at him slowly.

I watched his eyes travel along my body, and for a second I saw a flash of something in his eyes. Some emotion. His eyes were so blank it was easy to spot. But when his eyes met mine again, they were dead. The smile on his face told me he was trying very hard to prove otherwise.

"I'm engaged!" He said, grinning.

My small smile fell completely, and I immediately felt a harsh clenching in my chest.

"Wh-..to..who? Who? What?" I asked, wanting to yell at him, but finding myself whispering.

Barely whispering. I could barely speak.

"Liz." John said, still smiling. Why was he smiling? How could he be so happy?

Didn't he see me crumbling in front of him? I hardened my stare, looking down at the floor so I wouldn't cry.

My heart, which used to pound like thunder in the presence of John, was now struggling for each torturous beat.

"N-no..no.." I shook my head, "John, no.."

"No? Why?" he frowned, scrunching his eyebrows.

I blinked my tears back furiously, looking up at him. "You can't marry her..y-you..you can't..no."

"I'm not asking your permission, Bree." John stated sternly, glaring at me.

He looked angry, but it was better than the horrible blank look in his eyes.

"Y-you're get-getting married..t-to her? N-no..n-no Johnny..no.." I shook my head.

It feels like he punched me in the stomach so hard, that my heart permanently lodged in my throat.

His lips parted, "Why are you crying?" He was whispering now too, his face going white.

I reached up and touched my face, and my hands were shaking so, so bad. It feels like there's a poison rushing through my veins, eating up my insides, tearing up my heart. I don't want to feel like this, why the fuck am I feeling like this?

I was shaking and it felt like there was a huge lump in my throat, and I couldn't breathe. I was gasping for air, feeling the wet warm tears fall down my cheeks freely. I couldn't even see John except for a blurry outline of him. I could feel someone grabbing my arms, someone smoothing my hair down. I could hear soothing words being said. But I could not move. I couldn't think enough to make myself move. All I could do was let myself scream and kick in my mind, but on the outside - I was motionless, actionless. I was frozen.

I felt my eyelids fall and reopen, I could see John more clearly as my tears fell from my eyes.

His eyebrows were pulled together, and his hands were clenched onto my arms tightly, his eyes locked on mine intensely. He looked so worried. So nervous. So scared.

"You're really getting married.." I could hear myself whisper. It was so quiet. My voice was so distorted. I didn't even sound like myself.

"Yeah.." He whispered, nodding slightly, loosening his grip on my arms.

"Congr - .." My vision blurred again, but not from tears this time. I could feel my body sway.

That's when everything went black.