Last time we left off, John and Randy were uncertain about their relationship. Half the story isn't over yet. :P Anyways, brace yourself for a SAD chapter.

Eyes

Eyes.

Beautiful blue eyes.

Randy Orton runs his hand through a picture of John Cena before he shoves it back towards the drawer, leaning down towards his pillow and trying to fall asleep but he can't and he knows he can't and as he looks around the room, trying to escape, trying to forget, he can't either.

Why did their relationship always have to be broken?

Is it a sign that they're not even supposed to have a relationship?

Randy's eyes are watering but he doesn't want to cry anymore. He'd never been so broken until he and John Cena were wrapped into this mess, maybe—just maybe—that they'll be better off alone. He rolls to his side, his thoughts all on John, his John, his precious sweet John, and he doesn't know if it's love or not.

You've always wondered how love feels like, Randy. How do you know that you've found it? Randy isn't sure about anything anymore. He wonders and wonders and ponders on the thought. He'd felt something when he was with John but how does he know if it's happiness or love or just a stupid plain feeling that won't go away? How does he know for sure? Love is a strong feeling and Randy isn't sure of how it feels and means.

Eyes.

Beautiful blue eyes.

All stuck in his head.

And he can't get rid of the thoughts. He doesn't want to anyways. He stands up and looks around and his heart's thudding oh so quickly in his chest as he comes with the conclusion. Maybe their relationship isn't meant to be.

What's love?

What's happiness?

They're both unsure. Maybe it really is time to break.

He hears the sound of John Cena's sneakers—now, he just knows the sound—and he leans down towards Randy, capturing his lips into a kiss and shaking his head. "It still has his sparks but they're fading…are we fading?"

Randy stares into John's face. "Yeah…they're fading," Randy whispers. "So—is it over?"

"It's over…"

Randy buries his head into John's chest as John runs his hand down Randy's back, "it's over," John repeats. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It's okay…"

But they both know it's not okay.

Somehow John and Randy end up in bed together, cuddling onto each other, trying to keep the last happy memories they had in—what? Two-three months ago? Randy's head pressing to John's. They're both breaking and cracking on the inside. "I'm sorry." They both whisper apologies but they don't know why. They just feel like they both broke it apart. When Randy wakes up in the morning, he rolls to the other end of the bed where John is supposed to be but he's not there and as Randy registers that the white piece of paper on his bedside is from John, he takes it in his hands.

All that Randy can register is the blood on the white paper.

Randy…I hurt myself…I-I'm sorry…

"John? John?!"

Randy stands up, trying to register the words that are on the white piece of paper and trying to understand why or what or how as the thoughts spiral through his head, exploding—why, John? Why?

You'd never understand.

His thoughts spiral out of control.

Was yesterday just the last day he'd ever see those eyes open? The thoughts were raking through his body. The shock and horror still burning in his body.

Eyes are meant to show the doorway of your soul.

I have no soul…no eyes…

Review?? Next chapter is 'Abandoned'. Need to come up for a plot for that one. Not sure where to take this story now.

;) Sam