A/N: Sorry, Brit. But hey, you're still in this.

This is for Danielle.

I usually don't like writing about Cena, but this is for a friend. If you don't like it, then don't read it.

As always with me, flashbacks are in italics.

"Get up, hun. You haven't moved in three days," Brittany said, lightly shaking her friend, Danielle.

"That's not true," she whispered back to Brittany. "I've gotten up a couple of times."

"Going to the bathroom doesn't count. You haven't done anything. You haven't eaten. You haven't slept. This isn't healthy."

"I don't care."

"He isn't worth this, Danielle."

"Yes, he is."

Thinking about what had happened once again, Danielle started crying into her pillow. She pulled the covers over her head to hide from Brittany, but it wouldn't be that easy.


"Happy three years, baby!" she squealed as her boyfriend entered the room.

"Yeah, you too…"

"John, something is wrong."

"No, nothing is wrong, darling. Let's go." The couple exited Danielle's apartment and drove off to celebrate their anniversary.


"We need to get you out of this room," Brittany stated.

"I'm quite content here, thank you very much," Danielle once again whispered, too weak to do anything more.

"Danielle…"

"Brittany, I'm fine!" she yelled, speaking at a louder volume for the first time since…


They arrived at a nice restaurant for their anniversary dinner. Throughout the evening, Danielle had noticed that John was a bit…distant.

She reached across the table and grabbed his hand. She gently stroked the back of his hand with her thumb. "John, something is wrong. You can tell me."

"It's…well…"

"Come on, John. How bad can it be?"

His eyes met hers. She saw how different they looked and instantly knew that something was eating at him from inside.


"Danielle, you are not fine," Brittany said, sitting down on the bed next to Danielle. "I've been here for three days with you to make sure that you don't do anything stupid. Clearly, I know that you're not fine."

Danielle tossed the covers off of herself and shot straight up. She glared at her best friend who was so kindly taking care of her in her time of need. "Brittany, I am fucking fine. I don't…I don't need him."

Brittany cracked a small smile. "You're right."

Danielle slammed herself back down on her back and threw the covers back over her head. She wrenched the pillow out from underneath her and violently threw it against the opposite wall.

"Who the fuck am I kidding? I do need him."


"Damnit, John! I hate it when you hide shit from me," Danielle whined, getting angry with John, but never once letting go of his hand.

"I'm not hiding anything from you," he replied, and he squeezed the hand that was holding his.

"Then let it out."

"We can't see each other anymore."


"He screwed you over, Danielle. You don't need that."

"I know, but I still need him."

There was a knock at the door, and Brittany left the room to answer the door.


Danielle instantly started crying at his words, even though she didn't believe them. "What?"

"It's not you, Danielle. It's me."

"That's the worst line ever, John. If you don't l--"

John cut her off. "I do, Danielle. I'm doing this for you. With my second movie coming up, I'm never going to have time for you. I just…I just think it's better this way."

"You know what? You're just like every other stupid guy, John. Let me guess, you're only dumping me so you can go off and fuck all the little groupies while you film your stupid fucking movie? Three years, John. Three fucking years." Danielle stood up and took off the diamond necklace that she hadn't taken off for two years. John had given it to her for their one year anniversary.

"Danielle, wait--"

"Just shut up, John." She started to walk away, but then turned around. "Don't expect me to wait around for you to change your mind."

She left the restaurant and called Brittany, her best friend. She agreed to come and pick Danielle up.


"You said that you wouldn't wait around for him…" Brittany said as she reentered the room.

"Who was at the door?"

"The pizza delivery guy," she answered as she sat down on the bed and opened up the pizza box.

Danielle peeked her head out from under the blanket when she smelled the pizza. "Yeah, well…I didn't know it would hurt this bad. He was my everything for three years."


Danielle let all hell break loose once Brittany came to get her. She cried. She punched the windows. She kicked street signs once they got out of the car.

"Brittany, can you stay with me for a while? You know, until I get over this?"

"Of course."


There was another knock at the door. "Mother fucker," Brittany sighed, getting annoyed with whoever was at the door, even though she didn't know who it was.

Danielle rolled over and faced her bed side table. She snatched her iPod off of the shiny wooden surface. She placed the ear buds in her ears and scrolled down her music list. She blasted "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5 in her ears. She didn't care how much the loud volume hurt her ears.

It drowned out the argument that Brittany was having at that exact moment.


Danielle did nothing but lay in her bed and watch television. Actually, she really only watched DVDs on her portable DVD player that rarely left her lap.

She watched John on all of her DVDs, just replaying his matches over and over until her eyes couldn't take it anymore.

And when that point was reached, she put in a new DVD of John.


"Um, Danielle…" Brittany called from the other room. Danielle didn't hear.

Danielle sensed someone walk in the room, so she instinctively looked up. She tossed the piece of pizza that she had been lightly munching on back into the open pizza box and ripped the earphones out of her ears. She glared at the man standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry," John said. "I left filming and flew out here after having a good thinking session about everything. I came here to say I'm sorry and that I love you."

A/N: Once again, Brit, I am oh so very sorry.

You should all go and read "Only One" by Jewelgirl04 (Danielle), and then you shall understand why I had to write this.

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