Chapter 2: Just Let It All Go
After the night of Survival, was over. All the questioned, all the confusion, all the choices. The sacrifices. Everything that come to light, it had been resolved. Everything had been clear and all the questions had been Or Fired, the torn decision had been decided. Randy Orton had retained his WWE Championship, and the most heart wrenching news came to the light. After the selfless act, after the sacrifice.
John Cena had been fired from WWE. He had put it all on the line and now he had just lost it all. Cena could walk away proud, since he did the right thing…but it didn't make any better for him. It didn't change the circumstances, the term would remain.
Cena would still be leaving, the day had come. The day John Cena didn't ever think would come so soon. But it had happened, it was done. The battle had happened, Barrett lost…but Cena lost the most.
His career, something means everything to him. He had lost it.
John had lost the most important thing past and present, and possibly the future. WWE is all John knew, it was all he thought he was put on earth for. He couldn't imagine doing anything else.
John had chased the dream, ever since he was a kid. It was his dream and that dream had come to reality. He had made it, the dream of WWE Superstar had been fulfilled but….now…it had come to a end.
Whispers were around backstage as John Cena just walked backstage. Crossing the interview area. Eve Torres, The Bella Twins were standing in a group. They all waved, and had sympathetic looks on their faces. John just grinned softly, keeping up with strong, keeping it together look across his face.
John Cena kept walking backstage, he reached his locker room. He opened the door, and just got ready to leave the arena. Torrie walked in, opening the door gently.
"Hey darling" Torrie softly spoke.
John looked at towards the wall, telling himself to keep it all together. He wouldn't allow himself to break down. "Hey" he spoke, with a soft grin across his face.
"How are you?" Torrie asked.
"I'm alright" John spoke, while he started to pack his belongings away.
Torrie's green eyes just gazed at him, concern rising up in her eyes at John. She felt concerned for him. Cena seemed to be okay, surprisingly enough…but normally when someone is putting on a front. Sooner than later….those walls start to shake, the front falls down and the person just breaks.
She was worried that is exactly what is happening to John. If he does break down, she will do her utter best to comfort him, and just be that shoulder to lean on. She would try her best, to help if he only he would let her know exactly how he is feeling inside.
Even if he pushes her away, and dismisses her she would still be there for him. Just let the rain pour, Torrie would still be there for John Cena.
"I'm just packing things away" John told.
Torrie fiddled with her fingertips, before her fingertips ended up running through her honey blonde hair. She knew, no matter what John says or does that what had happened, had seriously hurt him if even he doesn't want to admit it, he had been broken to pieces.
"John….."
John Cena heard her soft voice, it was flooded with concern. He could tell, she was worried for him.
He lowered his lashes down underneath his eyes, before he looked back at the wall. He took in a breath, feeling his body rise. He just kept telling himself, to hold on and hold it all together…don't break…never break down.
He did absolutely everything he could to stop that from happening.
He heard her caring voice, he had to show no sign of despair, heartbreak. Nothing.
John turned back to Torrie, grinning handsomely. Holding it all together "It's okay Tor, really? What happened…has happened now. I got fired and I'm okay with it…"
"But…" Torrie tried to press, in a concerned voice.
John touched her hands, and holding them in his own hands. "No I'm okay, I told and made a promise to myself whatever happened….happens, I didn't care anymore" he explained.
"I also told myself, if…I was going to get fired…then…so be it" John softly told.
Torrie stared at John. "Are you sure you're alright?"
John gave her that Cena smile. "I'm more than okay"
Torrie saw straight through that smile, she knew one thing….John Cena definitely had a heart of a Champion. He was so strong, and that is exactly what he was doing. Torrie admired how he could act so strong, and act normal when he just had the most precious thing taken away from him, and he had lost something that he ever was, and he had ever done with his life.
Same thing he believed that he was born to do, to be on his planet….and now…he had to come to terms with walking away, and moving on from it. John Cena had to deal with that.
Torrie knew a little what he was going through, she felt for him. They had been through the same pain somewhere in their lives. She had gone through marriage, so did he. She has gone through the painful hurt of divorce…he's almost there with that. They both had lost the one they thought, would be by their side forever.
And now they had both departed from WWE. Torrie had retired back in 2008 and John Cena was fired tonight.
The Boise Babe continued to stare at him. A little uncertain from the way he was looking. "Okay," Torrie nodded.
He stayed strong for her as well. Being the rock, the hero he has always been. The hero that lied in him, was the same hero that had always been by Torrie's side. He tried his hardest to get a grip, and hold it together. If Torrie saw him fall, and break down then she might see him differently.
"I'll be right back, I'm just going to get a drink,. Do you want anything?"
"I'm okay, I'll see you in a bit"
Torrie's eyes glanced at John before she left through the door. As soon as the door was closed, John's clear blue eyes scanned around the locker room. Once he felt the brink of silence, the emotions started to arise.
John lowered his head down to the floor, with the black shadow over his eyes from the reflection of his baseball cap on top of his head. Cena looked over at the walls, all he had was four walls for company….the last time that he knew right now…would be standing in a locker room, getting ready to leave the arena.
This time, he wouldn't be returning to his locker room. Once he's been fired, he loses everything that goes with it.
John let a soft breath pass through his lips, before he just looked towards the wall. His mind was full of thoughts, but if he let those thoughts, let the emotion take toll…then the strength in him wouldn't matter. He would fall apart.
Alone in a silent locker room, all he could think about right now is "Keep it together"
John lowered his eyes down, thinking…
He had never ever felt so alone.
…...
Torrie was getting a bottle of water from the table, she turned around and saw Randy Orton standing there.
"Hey Tor" Randy's voice was slightly soft, he had been affected by tonight.
"Hey Randy"
"You don't hate me?" Orton asked.
"What?"
"With John being fired? You know because I retained my title" Randy explained. "I knew he was in a tough spot, like cornered but…I really appreciate what he did for me"
Torrie looked at Randy. "He did the right thing, that's all you need to know"
"Yeah, I know he did the right thing. God sacrificed everything I respect the hell out of the guy" Randy agreed.
Torrie nodded while she fiddled with the refreshed, cold bottle of water. All her mind could think about right now, was John Cena. She was still concerned for him, the front the was putting on. She had a feeling, soon…maybe tonight but someday it will come crashing down.
When John Cena can't handle it anymore. It gets the better of him. That is the moment, Torrie was in way waiting for, but dreading at the same time.
"How is he?" Randy suddenly asked.
Torrie stared at the table and then back at the Viper. "What John? How….did think he is?" Torrie added, with a tone of sarcasm
A stupid question. The annoyance rose up in her emerald eyes, she wasn't happy with that question from Randy. How is John? What since he's just been fired from what he loves more than anything? Oh yeah…..doing great.
"Sorry wrong thing to say,"
Torrie glanced at him before she went to walk away. Randy stopped her by touching her shoulder. Feeling the man's touch, Torrie's eyes travelled back over to Randy Orton.
"Torrie, wait" Randy sighed, with the truth coming through his lips. "I want to know, please?"
Torrie gazed at him, before she put her hands on her hips. She still didn't answer.
"Please Torrie, I can tell I'm not your favourite…person right now but I really want to know please" Randy pleaded, with the honey blonde.
"Why do you want me to tell you?"
"If anyone is gonna know how John is? It's you. Please tell me"
Torrie's head turned, taking in a soft breath. Her maracara eye lashes went down to the bottom of her eyes before she looked back at Randy. She could see him being considerate so she would give him a chance.
"He's fine"
"Fine?"
"Yeah surprisingly, he's taking it well. Surprisingly well" Torrie told Randy.
"Seriously?"
Torrie nodded, "Yeah"
"That's good," Randy grinned.
Torrie looked up at him, and shook her head. "No it's not" she disagreed.
"It's not?"
"No it's bad"
"Why is it bad?"
Torrie stared at the floor, before she touched her blonde hair. "Because I know John more than you, and he's putting up some front. Trying to stay strong. Sooner than later, it's going to get too much for him and that front will slowly break…and that is when he will fall, and break down" Torrie explained, with emotion rising in her eyes.
She was concerned for John.
"Well…what are you going to do?"
Torrie looked at him, "What I can, that is be there for him…because soon, it will come to realisation, it will all sink in to John and that is when I'm going to be there for him" Torrie explained to Randy Orton.
Randy nodded his head, while he watched Torrie turn on her heel and walk away. She continued to walk down the corridor back to John's locker room, thinking of one thing…it wasn't if, it was when John would come to that point where he can't handle it anymore.
Having everything….and letting it all slip away.
After all losing your marriage, and your career…well that could make the strongest of all, Fall.
…..
John Cena stood there in his locker room, taking in everything that has happened tonight. It still hadn't completely sunk in to Cena. As he tried to come to terms with it, his bags were packed, and the locker room was bare. It had nothing related to him. Nothing purple, no clothing…nothing….
Torrie walked back through the door, she stepped in and saw the locker room had nothing in it. She unscrewed the bottle of water, taking a sip before she screwed the bottle back up. Now she was concerned for John even more.
"You got any…..plans tonight?" John asked.
"No, not really. You?"
"No, probably go back home" John spoke with a soft grin across his face.
Torrie nodded. "Yeah, at least you don't have to sleep in a hotel…room…on the…" Torrie's words suddenly stopped in her words. She looked up at John, she still could see the strength in his eyes.
"I didn't think….this would come so soon, well now that it has…." John spoke.
Torrie looked at him. "I know, and I'm very sorry"
"Don't be, at least I have the memories," John told, he still acted like everything was normal, and he was being so strong and proud about it.
"And well…" John's voice suddenly stopped, when Torrie came forwards putting both of her hands on his shoulders, gripping hold of his shoulders looking him right in the eyes.
"Stop John! Stop John, just stop it, enough!" she did her best to get through to him, and just let it all go.
"What?" John asked, a little confused.
"Enough stop it, for once stop being so strong" Torrie's emotional eyes pleaded. In some ways, what he was doing was making it even worse for himself and for Torrie. He was distraught, Torrie knew that even if he didn't want to admit it.
Denying, hiding and being in denial was not good for John, because soon it will all hit him like a tone of bricks falling down.
"What?….I don't…"
"Just stop with this! Stop with this strong front that everything is fine, and you're okay"
"I…am…"
"No you're not, John. I know your trying to stay strong but I know you deep down. John. You are absolutely devastated" Torrie spoke, with a gentle look across her face.
John looked at her. "I'm fine"
"No, you're not. Stop being so strong for once. Just let it all go, let it all out" Torrie encouraged.
John stared at her, before he felt the walls he had built. Trying to be strong, and take a moment to breathe. With Torrie's plea, those walls were now shaking….they were falling down. The emotion took the advantage to rise.
But Torrie thought that it is right for him to lose the strength, and not bottle it up all inside. He had to let it all out now, all these feelings, all the heartbreak. He had to let it out, so he can breathe again and not feel so pressured in keeping it all together.
"No….I'm okay…with it, okay with what's happened?"
"Stop John, please"
"You're being so strong, in holding it all together and I applaud that from you, does it…bother you? Does it mean anything to you?"
John listened to Torrie, that's not what he needed to hear. The emotion kept rising faster and it was stronger.
Torrie could see it was affecting him badly, even if he didn't want to admit it. She knew he was too proud for that. He relied so much on his pride, Torrie had always known Cena to be the strongest, most real man she had ever met in her life.
To see him like this…lost in direction broke her heart. She wanted to help but it seemed he wasn't letting her through. He had kept a wall, it was guarding Torrie out. It was shutting her out.
"Of…...course it means….I'm fine okay, just leave me alone" John dismissed her help, he turned but when he looked towards the door. It all came crashing down. He kept looking to the door, his breathing increased because of the emotion.
He was shattered into pieces, it felt like his whole life had been taken away. The light had been take away from him, there was just a empty shell. He didn't know what he was going to do now? Losing everything had just left him at the crossroads, and he didn't know what path to choose.
Move on or fight? Does he try and make a life after WWE. He did have some career paths but nothing was compared to being a WWE Superstar, it was all he lived for. It was his whole life, it truly meant everything to him. What does he do now
As he was standing there, all these questions came flooding through his mind. What does he do now? What is next for him in his life? The future? What lies ahead? Good or bad? Will he fade away and be forgotten, WWE will move on without him? Will be alone forever? Will he find love again?
The questions came but there wasn't any answers, it was too much for him right now. Tears were forming in his crystal blue eyes. He had no direction at the moment. He didn't know what he can hope for? Dreams….he didn't know anything right now.
"John," Torrie spoke softly, at his silence.
John just kept his eyes on the door. He then turned back to Torrie. The moment he did, the tears were in his eyes. His voice risen up emotionally. "I…lost…it all.."
"I know, It's going to be okay"
"How? How is any of…." John take a moment, he then tried to smile feeling himself about to cry. "Oh god" he laughed at himself, since the tears kept forming.
Torrie stood there, her heart was tightening at the image she saw.
"It was everything to me, It's all I've known….all I've ever done…What…" He stopped in his words, he faced the wall, and leaned his head on the wall.
John put both of his hands shielding his face. Torrie stood there for a second before she walked over to him. "John, darling" Torrie moved his hands, she could see the hurt in his blue eyes. The familiar eyes she had stared through so many times, over the years.
It was the first time, she had seen him completely heartbroken. Her hero had fallen down.
"John, oh god it's okay don't cry"
"I'm not gonna cry" John shook his head.
"It's alright to be upset, take a real man to cry that isn't afraid to show his emotions" Torrie said as she touched his cheek, staring at those innocent eyes.
John listened but he didn't let it all out. He wouldn't allow it instead
John just left his locker room. He needed to get out of the arena.
Torrie watched him leave, she put her best foot forward and went off to run. She ran down the corridor, as fast as she could to stop him from leaving. He was shutting out, Torrie wouldn't let him. She was stronger than he knew.
Torrie got to parking lot, her head turned frantically searching the surroundings.
She saw him getting in his car. Torrie sat in the passenger seat. John got in the drivers seat. He then turned to see Torrie sitting there.
"What are you doing?"
"You may not want to admit it, but you're heading for something bad. I'm going to be here for you all night, if I had too" Torrie told him.
"Torrie, get out of my car please" he stressed.
"No" Torrie spoke.
"Torrie, I mean it. Out"
"No" Torrie folded her arms, she was stubborn.
"Stubborn," John mumbled as he started the car.
"Takes one to know one" Torrie raised her eyebrow at him.
John didn't listen, he just pulled out of the arena. Torrie had no idea how the hell she was going to get to her hotel, or what she was doing tonight. All that mattered to her, by the end of the night…John would be okay. She'll worry how she'll get back home later on.
John drove his car to the hotel, he stopped and turned to Torrie. "Right,…"
"I'm not going anywhere" Torrie told, shaking her head.
John looked a her, before he rubbed his temple feeling drained of energy. Physically and emotionally. Like he had nothing left. It was enough to knock him off his feet "God, can you just leave me alone for just this once?" he asked.
She shook her head, "What kind of friend would be if I did that?"
"A good one" he moaned.
"No I'll be a terrible friend, I'm not going to leave you like this"
John smacked his steering wheel with his hand, "Like what?"
"Like you're in denial, and it all hasn't hit you yet"
"God you're annoying and stubborn" Cena rolled his eyes.
Torrie then smiled at him, "Oh thank you, means I'm a great friend. It's my job to get the truth out of you" Torrie added.
"What are you going to do? Is your hotel here?"
"Umm…no it's not, but I can deal with that later." Torrie grinned back up at him. It was making him feel a little better. Someone was caring, being considerate even if he didn't want it, or felt like he deserved it. Still It felt nice, to feel considerate.
More enough, Torrie wouldn't leave him alone.
John looked at her, before he opened his car door. He did look at the hotel but something was affecting him badly. Torrie sat in the passenger seat, before she watched the rain slide down the window.
She got out of the car, once she stepped out in the night. She was given a cold breeze in the night that blew her blonde hair slightly off her shoulders.
Torrie blinked at the colour of the night, before she felt the rain drip down from her hair. She watched John stand there looking up at the night sky, feeling the rain falling down.
He just stood there, before he went to a wall. John closed his eyes, feeling the rain lean on his facial features.
Torrie walked up to him. "Has it hit you? Yet" Torrie made sure no one could see her and John outside, near a wall by the hotel.
John listened, and he stepped away. "What now?"
Torrie heard his tone, yep it hit him. "Sweetie, you did the right thing" Torrie comforted, before a soft smile came across her face.
"Yeah, the right thing. I….can walk away proud" John said back, he then gulped down in emotion. He looked right at Torrie, pleading for her to answer him. "What the hell am I suppose to do now?"
"I…."
"It's all I've ever known, I can't be involved in what I have dreamt about ever since I was kid. I can't do what I have been put on his earth to do" John poured out.
"I know, but sometimes life can knock you down, but you…get back up" Torrie encouraged, but she was afraid from his expression. John wasn't going to be able to stand up again.
He had lost his wife, his career quite close to each other, that can just tear someone apart till there's nothing left.
"I don't know what to do anymore, you know….I lost my marriage to this"
"You lost your marriage John because Liz didn't want to be there for you anymore, and she didn't see just how lucky, she was. And god knows whatever else she's done" Torrie spoke.
John looked at her, he rubbed his temple with his hands before they rolled down to his face. He seemed to be feeling a little better letting it out, his emotions and feelings but that was only the tip of the iceberg, more was yet to come.
"John, listen to me okay? Marriage is hard work. Some people aren't cut out off it. Some are…." Torrie told, the rain was settling down but the breeze was a little stronger.
She was freezing cold, but she didn't care. Torrie wanted to help anyway she could.
John came from the wall, walking closer. He still listened to her advice, maybe it could relieve some of the pain that within him right now.
"Sometimes you can fall in love, and think marriage is right step to confess, and show your love to that person but…if that person standing at the altar with you, is not prepared to stand by your side through everything you go through, then that is not a marriage. That is just a love that fades away in the end. That is what happened with Pete, and that is what happened with Liz" Torrie explained, while she felt the rain drip, and drop down to the concrete floor.
"Marriage is also a sacrifice, and it takes two to make that sacrifice not one, two"
"What are you trying to say? Thanks Tor for kicking me down when I'm already falling down" John spoke.
"John, none of this is your fault. You did the right thing tonight. And everything else it wasn't your fault"
"I could have tried harder, I could have done better. I could have not made this my life! And she…would be still here" John softly mumbled.
Torrie looked at him, she stepped forwards placing a hand on John's chest, "John, I have known you for 8 years, and all I can remember with her. She just kept hurting you time and time again. Playing games, dating on and off. I never could say anything but I will say this right now. If you love someone that much, you don't do anything to hurt them" Torrie expressed.
John listened, it had just occurred to him that his life was a train wreck right now. He had to try and pick up the pieces. He didn't have WWE to help him anymore, he had to do this alone. He didn't think he could go through this again.
"How the hell am I gonna get through any of this"
"By sticking to what you believe in"
"Great, yeah that helped me and is going to help me loads?" John told sarcastically.
Torrie rubbed her fingertips together, before her fingers went through her hair. "John, I don't know what to say to you. I haven't got any of these answers but I can't help you, only if you let me. I will try and help me as much as I can" she emotionally told.
John looked at her, before he lowered his eyes down to the floor.
"John, please listen to your heart. You will get all the answers you need" Torrie expressed to him.
John didn't try and do that, every time he did. He couldn't even hear what his heart was calling for.
"I can't…"
"You can, never and don't surrender" Torrie spoke, with the strength of emotion coming from her eyes.
John listened to her, but all he wanted to do right now is. He just wanted to shut out the world and be left alone. In the darkness where no light can shine through. He wanted to shut the world out. Everything he had believed in had gone up in smoke. His faith, his beliefs. Everything he stood for. The never give up! Term he stood for, had just now to him became a bunch of words. He had lost the faith in the words, he didn't know anymore if the words actually exist.
After everything that has happened, he thought he could actually handle it but truth to be told. He couldn't.
John didn't think, he could ever feel this way, like he just wanted it all to end. He was sick and tired of the feeling. He felt like a complete idiot. He never asked, or wanted what he happened. All he ever wanted was a normal life, he just want to feel happy. And like he had a home.
But for right now, he didn't feel any of that. He felt worthless. He felt alone. He didn't't know how to fix it, he was struggling to deal with it. It all felt mixed up in his head. He didn't honestly know if he can make it through the darkness.
Everything he did just made him more confused, he tried to avoid it. He feels the pain. He feels the pain tearing up his heart. He faces it, and then he feels like a complete idiot. He didn't't want to do anything and that wasn't like him. What had happened had seriously broken John down and he didn't't know if he could find the will to stand back up.
Torrie glanced at John, while the rain continued to drip down from her hair. She was soaked but seeing him in such a state, she didn't care.
"Everything I did, everything…I am, everything I was, my life was two things her and WWE, what the hell am I gonna do?" John asked, so confused.
Torrie's emerald eyes glanced at him, wanting to help but she didn't know how. It had come to a situation where John for once wasn't the strongest.
"You're going to continue on without her, you don't need her to hurt all over again. You can move on, somehow"
"How? Tell me Torrie…what the hell do I do?" John shouted out wanting help, because he didn't know how to get out of this.
"I…don't…know" Torrie shook her head, she wanted to help but how the hell can she help? After her friend had just lost everything in his life.
"Tell me, tell me, please…tell me what…" that's when he slid down the wall he was leaning on. It was official.
John broke down to the floor. He was sitting on the floor, in the rain. It was really bad.
Torrie wrapped her hand around her mouth, with the rain falling down on her while her eyes saw an image she thought would never see. John sliding down the concrete wall, landing on the floor.
He was distraught. Sliding down the wall, losing the strength he possesses, the pain was enough to bring him down. John stayed there, his head hung low. He didn't get back up. He just stayed there.
"John" Torrie ran over, the heels of her black boots hit the concrete. She kneeled down in front of him and just hugged him tightly. Seconds of her kneeling in front, she wrapped her arms around John's neck, bringing John closer to her sweet embrace.
"Hold onto me" Torrie whispered to him. They embraced in the rain, getting soaked from the gentle raindrops from the dark sky. She felt the wind blowing through her locks while they hugged in the pouring rain.
She then felt his arms grip hold of her frame, she could still breathe thankfully but his grip was so tight, no air could get between them. She felt him leaning on her shoulder blade, while Torrie felt her hands latched to the back of his neck. She felt his body shuddering softly, he was crying for a brief moment.
Torrie just kept her arms around him, comforting him any way she can. "It's going to be okay. I'm going to be right here for you" Torrie whispered.
John didn't say a word, he just held onto her. He needed comfort. He was reaching out for it, and Torrie gave him, the best thing she had ever given him in their friendship. For once she was the shoulder to cry on.
Torrie looked up at the soft raindrops, while it descended from the night sky. She just shook her head, before she tightened her grip slightly on John. The hope shone in her eyes, reflecting in the night, that John would be okay. When it was all said and done, he would be back to himself.
The man, that she looked up too. The hero she had always found that lies in him. The friend that she would never forsake and take for granted. A true, honest, friend that would always there by her side. No matter what the storms, how much it rains. He would still be there for her.
John closed his eyes gently, feeling the silkness in her locks. His blue eyes portayed all the emotions he felt right now. He was thankful that he had someone to lean on, when he couldn't stand up on his own.
All the strength it meant nothing. He had Torrie right here, in his arms.
He still had one life to live, and he had one love to give. One chance to keep from falling, would Torrie be that one he could give it all. Has he got it all already and it was slowly started to silently fall into his life.
"What do I do now Torrie?" He softly muttered.
"You do exactly what you've always done, that is never give up"
John lowered his eyes down for a moment, but Torrie touched his cheek. So they were staring at each other, eye to eye.
"I mean it John, you find the strength, the will to get up and get ready for the next thing life decides to throw at you. You get up and say to it, is that all you've got" Torrie expressed, with a soft smile forming across her face.
"After all you're the only one I know, that can stand back up through everything. We all fall down, now it's time to get up on our feet" Torrie spoke.
"Harder said than done"
"You know someone told me a long time ago, life is hard and it's painful but we do it everyday. And no matter what, every storm there is a sunrise. We fall down, but we find the will to get back up, because at the end of the day. It makes it all worth it" Torrie told.
John listened, "Was I concussed when I told you that?"
Torrie shook her head, "No, John you're the only one I know that no matter what. You can face it, deal with It and stand back up. That's what you've got to do"
John listened, her words were ringing true but did he even have the strength to do it?
"You're the one John, that can get through it" Torrie's soft voice chimed.
John looked back at her, weakness was in his eyes. He didn't have the will rising up, the passion wasn't there, all there was…pain, weakness.
John shook his head, "I don't want to be the one anymore. I don't want…any of this" his voice softly told, in tears.
Torrie heard his words, it wasn't the John Cena she knew at all. He was a shell, the one that was sitting by the wall with her. Her heart broke, seeing her friend in such a state. Before the storm hit, she remember he was before.
Now he wasn't that person, she admired, was her strength and inspiration and secretly loved.
Now all her eyes saw, he was broken. Torn apart. Heartbroken…the worst he had ever been. A complete shell of devastation.
After that sentence, she saw it in his eyes. He had lost the faith, the hope. He wasn't full of life anymore. Everything he is. He had lost it all. The strength he had, gone. He wasn't himself anymore. He was lost, scared, depressed. He looked to be scared of his own shadow.
How could such a strength force, turn into a weak shell. All she wanted to do is hug him again. She wanted to make it all go away.
Torrie wanted to see John's smile again, she wanted to see the dimples sink in his face. But she didn't see anything close to that. All traced back to her eyes, was pain and hurt. He seriously needed help right now, she would do all she could to help no matter what. She would try her hardest.
"No, you can. Because I believe in you" Torrie told, right in his eyes.
John's head turned away, Torrie extended her hand to John. It was a sign of him getting back to his feet, would John take it?
"Take my hand, please. Show me you're at least strong enough to try" Torrie expressed.
John just took her hand, before he helped himself up. A small smile came across Torrie's face seeing him back on his feet.
"I'll try" he muttered.
Torrie stepped forwards, and hugged John. Hope was in her eyes, while John had the faint passion rising in his eyes. He didn't know if he can go through it all over again but he would try and fight back.
Torrie came from his shoulders, her emerald eyes came upon his sea blue eyes. They stood there opposite each other, staring at each other. Eye to eye. The rain was falling down from the sky. Landing on them both, it was dripping down from Torrie's blonde hair, while it was falling on John's head, dripping down from the top of his head, right down to his face.
Did they just find something to hold on? Have they found something? Found someone?
Hope was shining through while their eyes were staring at each other. Chemistry in the air was whirling around, a magical rhythm was silently between John and Torrie.
The atompshere of the night, the affect of the rain pouring down…the thud in each other's heart. Everything was there, the attraction, the feelings. Everything from the night, the rain, the attraction blended together.
John stared at Torrie, as she was staring right back with the rain dripping down from her hair and her hair blowing gently from the wind. She leaned in closer, he came closer to her, eyes closed. Seconds later, their lips met each other's. small little kiss in the rain.
It felt so right, and had a romantic feel to it.
Torrie pulled apart slightly, but John gave her some kind of signal. They both wanted this. He leaned his lips on her lips once again, Torrie's eyes closed as she started to kiss back again. The kiss then deepened in seconds, while the rain was pouring down.
The passion rose in a split moment, Torrie's arms wrapped around his neck while John's hands went on her hips, before they slid up her slender body, up into her hair. Her hands had come from his neck, down to his face. Both of her hands on the bottom of his cheeks.
The kiss was intense at the first, but then John and Torrie felt their bodies sink into the wonderful kiss they shared on the night of Survivor Series.
No words, no doubt, nothing. It all didn't matter. Their history, their friendship. At this moment, none of it mattered. Neither of them didn't care if a fan caught them or if anything got in the way. Nothing else mattered at this moment in time.
All that happened, was the kiss they both enjoyed. Waited secretly for years.
The kiss he felt, gave him the strength and the passion he needed. He found exactly what he was calling out for, Torrie…well she found exactly what she needed and wanted in her life.
She now knew, she's in love. But did John love her? All this questions, and these feelings hadn't even risen yet in their minds.
They decided to continue to kiss passionately in the night rain.
End Of Chapter.
Okay! Yay! It's been ages since I have wrote a kiss between John and Torrie lol.
Thanks for the reviews guys! I really appericate it. More drama is to come though, Jorrie won't be getting together just yet…if they will at all.
Love you guys. I loved John Cena's farewell adress, I cried again when he was very emotional. I hope he'll be back, he has too! WWE for me is not the same without him :( "Tears"
anyways, on a bright side thanks for reading and please do review!
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Next time: Torrie and John realise what has happened? John collapses because of the stress. It shows Torrie, she must tell him how she feels? She goes to John but why does she turn away, crying?