Today, Tomorrow, Yesterday

The room was dark, save for the moonlight streaming in through the open curtain. It was quiet, save for the even breathing of a young, slumbering brunette and the varied breathing of a conscious young blond.

Mike Mizanin laid in bed next to his lover, John Hennigan, unable to sleep. John had brought up moving in earlier that day and it had been weighing heavily on Mike's mind.

He loved John. He knew that. Everyone knew that. Hell, they practically live together already, though they each owned and paid for their own places. Moving in... It was just such a big step to make it official. Mike didn't know if he was ready yet. Or if he ever would be.

He got up as quietly as he could, as not to disturb his lover. He walked to the closet, pulling out a suitcase and packing his clothes. He picked up the suitcase and walked back into the bedroom. He gather all that was his and put them in the suitcase was his. He looked at the shirt he was wearing and slid it off, laying it on the bed and putting on a new one. He walked over to the desk and picked up a pen and a pad of paper. On the paper, in his girly handwriting, he wrote:

Jonathan Randall Hennigan,
I love you so much you cannot fathom. It pains me to love you as I do. But this relationship and the seriousness of it is far too much for me to handle. It's not you, it's me. I know that;s the line everyone says to make their lovers feel better, but I mean it. I have issues with commitment, and I can see myself having a future with you. I've been burned too many times, so this time, I'm leaving first. I am so sorry, really. I love you, John Hennigan. So very much. I hope you can forgive me, and forget me and move on. My wish for you is that this love becomes all that you want it to. You're dreams stay big and worries stay small. A chuckle, humorless, accompanied with tears. You deserve better. Stay happy. Live life to the fullest. Maybe we'll meet again someday, and know that it's inevitable. That we will be together forever. But now, I just can't. I'm sorry.

Love truely and sincerely,
Michael Gregory Mizanin

Tears fell down his face as he tore the note from the pad and walked over to the bed. He put his recently discarded shirt on his pillow and the note on top of that, folded in half with John's name on it. He walked over to John's side of the bed and crouched down, gazing at the beautiful face he loved to wake up to. He ran a finger gently down the side of his face, as light as a feather so he didn't wake him. He leaned forward and gently kissed his lips, standing up and wiping the tears away. He got his suitcase and left the condo to go to his own house and pack what he needed. He walked away, not looking back. Because all it would take is one glance and he;d be back in that room.

John slept peacefully, like he always did when his lover was next to him. He loved Mike. So much it scared. Life without his lover was pretty much unthinkable. Yet, he had no idea the heartbreak and pain that was waiting for him the minute he woke up.

Sometime during his sleep, he felt lips touch his. But he didn't flinch, move or awake. He knew that it was Mike, who probably couldn't sleep. The next morning he awoke at to his alarm. He smashed his hand on the snooze button and slowly sat up, yawning before reaching over to the other side of the bed to wake his lover. But it was empty.

He frowned when he saw no one in his lover's spot. "Babe?" He called out before he saw the t-shirt and a note. John quickly snatched the note and read it. The more words he read, the more tears started to fall down his cheek, splattering on the paper.

No, no, no... He thought. This couldn't happen. No way. Mike left him. The man he thought would never hurt him, never break his heart just left him. John dropped the note in his lap as the tears started coming harder, painful sobs racking in his chest. He clutched the Mike's favorite t-shirt to his chest. He couldn't believe this. Part of him hoped that this was some sick joke. But deep down, he knew it wasn't. Mike was gone. And John was broken.

As soon as Mike got to his house, he got all of his important things, including pictures of John. He thought John might come over, so he left they keys to both places on the kitchen table before walking to the door. At the door, he turned and glanced around the apartment. He sighed sadly and shook his head, leaving the door unlocked and he closed it behind him. He walked from the building, heading to wherever his feet took him.

The next morning, Mike was on a plane to Florida. He had a few friends there, and figured he might as well stop by. As he stared out the window of plane, he thought about John.

John knew of his fear of heights and enclosed spaces, and whenever they flew, he always made Mike feel better. But John wasn't there this time, and his chest was aching. He was too sad, too depressed to be afraid.

John eventually forced himself out of bed, still in shock. He went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. But his chest hurt, his heart far to broken to give a damna bout his appearance. He bit his lip. Maybe he could catch Mike before h e left.

He got dressed and drove to Mike's apartment. He frowned, the door unlocked. He walked in, the place pretty empty without Mike in it. He found both their keys on the kitchen table. His eyes watered as he held the keys in his hands. He slid down a wall, a whole new set of tears spilling over. He didn't think it was possible to feel so dead inside. So empty.

Mike arrived in Tampa, Florida, in early afternoon. He got off the plane and got his things, going to the rental car place next door and renting a Dodge Charger. He put his stuff in the back and trunk and got in, driving to his best friend, Ted DiBiase's house.

He arrived about half an hour later. He parked in the driveway and got out, leaving his stuff in the car. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, biting his lip to keep from quivering and looking at the roof of the porch to keep the tears at bay.

Ted went to go open his door, smiling when he saw Mike. But that smile faded when he saw the look on his best friend's face. "Hey man, come in. What's wrong? And... where's Johnny?"

John shakily took out his phone. He'd call his best friend. John Cena to give him a ride him as he was in no condition to drive right now. He dialed his friend's number, tears starting well in his eyes as the phone rang.

Mike walked in, his lip quivering though he was biting it. More tears welled up in his eyes and he turned to Ted. "Johnny isn't coming, Teddy. I left him," he whispered, his voice cracking when he told Ted that he left John.

Cena answered his phone, smiling when he saw it was John. "Hey Johnny. What's up, dude?" he asked as he cleaned the kitchen of his house.

John whimpered on his end of the phone.. "J-John... Can... can you give me a ride? I-I'm at Mike's..." His voice broke when he said his lover's name. "I'm at Mike's house. I-I'll explain when you get here I just..." He broke off, sobs starting to take over his voice once again.

Ted pulled Mike over to the couch. "You left him? Did you guys fight or something? What happened?" He asked worriedly. Johnny and Mike were so happy... he never dreamed Mike would leave him.

Cena's heart broke when he heard his best friend sobbing, and his movements slowed. "I'll be right there," he said and hung up, running to his garage and getting in his Ferrari, speeding to Mike's house, not giving a shit about laws. As soon as he arrived, he ran up to Mike's apartment and burst through the door, eyes scanning the place for John. Once he saw him, his heart broke once more and he rushed over to him, gathering the younger man in his arms.

Mike shook his head. "He talked about moving in together. Commitment. And I just... I can't commit like that, Teddy," he said, tearing up and looking into Ted's eyes.

Ted sighed and wrapped his arms around Mike. "I'm sorry man... Do you feel you did what's right? Because that's all the matters." He said, rubbing his friend's back.

John cried into Cena's chest. "H-He... left... m-me..." He sobbed out, his framed shaking from the intensity of his heartache. "He left me..." He repeated more quietly as he clung to his friend.

"I don't know, Ted. All I know is I need space. Time. I'm 30. I have 50 some years left to live. I'm need to explore the world," Mike said softly.

Cena held his friend close. He was angry with Mike for leaving, and saddened at his friends despair. He picked Mike up and walked out of the apartment, grabbing John's key from the table on his way out. He set John in the passenger seat and sped to John's condo. He brought his small friend inside and sat on the couch, holding him in his lap.

Ted nodded. "I understand." He said. "Well, stay here for as long as you need. No rent." He said, patting his friend not he back. "And I'm always here if you wanna talk, you know that."

John held onto Cena, not letting go as he cried. He cried until he literally felt dry of tears. He rest this head on Cena's chest. "I still can't believe it. He just... wrote a note and left." He said quietly, taking the note out of his pocket, re-reading it over and over.

Mike nodded and smiled softly at Ted. "Thank you," he said softly. He looked around. "Where's Randy?" he asked, wanting to get his mind off of his heartache.

Cena held John close, reading the letter over John's head. It mad him sad and angry, like everything else about this situation. He kissed John's temple and stroked the side of his head, as he had always done when he comforted his best friends.

"He's by the pool. He's been wanting to see you." Ted said, smiling slightly. He hoped his lover could bring his best friend's mood up. He hated seeing Mike depressed.

John sniffled and wiped his eyes. "I never thought he'd do this to me. Especially by a damn note. I just... I seriously can not believe this." He whispered, closing his eyes.

Mike nodded and slowly walked outside, running a hand through his hair and calming himself so he could approach his friend calmly. "Randy?" he called.

John sighed softly and took the note, setting on the coffee table and cupping Johnny's face so he could looking into the younger man's eyes. "Open your eyes and look at me, Johnny."

John forced his eyes open, looking up at his best friend. "W-What?" He said quietly, sniffling slightly.

Randy looked up, smiling when he saw Mike. "Hey man, what's up? Haven't seen you in ages." He said, getting up to give his friend a hug.

John smiled softly at him. "You are stronger than this, Johnny. And you're amazing and beautiful. So dry your eyes, and smile that smile that can light up the whole world," John said, cupping John's face.

Mike hugged Randy back and smiled slightly. "I know. I've been meaning to come down, I just never got the chance to," he said.

John sniffed and sat up slightly, wiping his eyes and smiling shakily. "I-I'm sorry... I'm trying. But it... it hurts. It hurts so bad." He sighed.

Randy nodded and smiled. "I understand. WHere's that Glitterbug of yours?" He asked, referring to their nickname for John.

Cena sighed. "What can I do to help?" he asked, pushing a strand of John's hair out of his face.

"He's no longer mine, so I don't know," Mike replied softly. The tears no longer threatened to fall, seeing as he had pushed them back so much.

Randy frowned. "He left you?" He asked, not believing the couple had split.

John sighed. "For now... get me a drink, please?" He asked quietly.

((Johnny should develop a drinking problem and hit rock bottom after the Wait For Me period))

"I left him," Mike said, looking at the water in the pool, sighing. John loved to swim, even though it got his hair wet.

Cena nodded and got up, heading to the kitchen and getting John a drink. He fixed himself one and walked back in, handing the glass to his friend.

Randy frowned. "Well why the hell did you do that?" He asked, folding his arms.

John mumbled a thanks before sipping his drink. "Fuck, can you just get me the whole bottle?" He pleaded.

"I'm just... Not ready for what he wants, and he deserves someone who is," Mike replied.

Cena shook his head. "Nope. I'm not letting you turn into an alcoholic."

Randy sighed. "And what did he want? Marriage?"

John groaned. "I'm not! I just wanna get wasted this one night and forget."

"Alcohol is a depressant, John. It's not gonna make you feel better. Just have a few drinks. I'm not letting you drink the whole bottle," Cena said sternly.

"He wanted to move in together. I'm just not ready for the selling of the apartment, the moving the stuff to one place. I can't, Rand," Mike said.