Not aloud to cry

Author's Note: Well, I'm kind of new here. I hope that if you do read this that you please review and tell me if it is any good, or if I just suck at writing. I've had this half of this story sitting around on my computer since summer, so I figured might as well do something with it. Well enjoy the story! Oh, and just so were clear, I own nothing.

Conceited

Pain comes in all forms. The small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain we live with everyday. Then there's the kind of pain you can't ignore. A level of pain so great, that it blocks out everything else which makes the rest of the world fade away. Until all we can think about is how much we hurt.

How we manage our pain is up to us. For some people they drink, some deal with it through work or a hobby, while other can simply forget about it during a steamy session that will leave them fulfilled at least for a short period of time. Pain, we deal with it, ride it out, embrace it. And for some of us, the best way to manage pain is to just push through it.

She panted as she rolled onto her side. She quickly wrapped the sheets around her naked flesh, as he closed his eyes and cooled off for a few seconds. Trish then gently turned over and raked her nails over his exposed chest, until he abruptly pushed her hand off and got out of bed. Leaving Trish stunned.

"Err- John what's wrong?" Trish asked unsure. John simply shook his head as he began to re-dress and slipped on his boxers from the floor.

He jumped out of bed and walked into the connecting bathroom, going out of Trish's sight. "Nothing's wrong, I just have to get going soon. I have a meeting later on with Vince and don't want to be late for this one," he shouted back to her.

Trish let out a groan. John was constantly out doing promotional events, interviews and press conferences. All this stuff starting happening non-stop once John became the wwe champion.

Of course she was happy for him, but now they rarely had anytime together and when they did get time to themselves, it was limited. This was adding more stress on the relationship, which meant more arguments.

Even though when they began dating, Trish had already been the woman's champion. So nothing was new to her when John began with all this craziness. Although Trish had her fair share of busyness, it still wasn't like John's schedule. He was busy all the time; he even had to do work while he had his time off. Sometimes even when they were together John would have a quick thirty-minute interview through the phone once a week to some radio station or web site.

They slowly started to become one of those couples that show affection, but not real kind. They would just to try and comfort each other by letting each other know, or trying to convince each other, that they were still very much in love.

Trish knew what was going on between them; they were growing apart. While, John knew all along but felt that if he didn't acknowledge it, it would just simply go away. He was wrong.

"When are you going to be coming back? Because I was kind of hoping that we could talk, I've had a lot on my mind lately." Trish wrapped the sheet around her tighter and walked out into the kitchen of the hotel suite. John was now rushing around the hotel and threw on the first jersey he could find.

"Yeah, um about that. I don't know when this meeting is going to be done, and if I do get off early I kind of already made plans with the boys tonight. Sorry babe." John replied. In other words, I just don't want to talk about this tonight.

By now, John was increasingly annoying Trish. It seemed to her that every time she would try and bring up there relationship, John would get some excuse, weather its he was to tired, or he was going to be out late. He had an excuse every time.

Trish poured herself a cup of coffee and sat on the nearby sofa. Once he was done throwing on a pair of beige loose-fitting shorts, he walked into the mini kitchen and got himself a bottle of water. He then looked at Trish. God, she was beautiful, especially in the morning. He remembered when they first got together and the first time he woke up with her.

John laid there staring at her. She was beautiful when she was asleep; her breathing was so peaceful. The prior night was amazing. He had taken her out for dinner and they drove down to a local little pond and just talked. John had always had an interest in Trish and when she accepted John's invitation to go out, he wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

The night couldn't have gone better, and once it was over Trish insisted that John spend the night. Even though he didn't want there first time to be in some dirty old hotel room that hundreds of people have 'slept' in. He couldn't resist when she made the offer.

And he was glad he didn't object, because to him there experience was amazing. Sure, he had his fair share of girls in the past. But with Trish it was different, it wasn't a quick fuck, with her there was a connection that he hadn't felt before. It felt amazing being inside her and he wanted to drag the feeling out as long as he could. He knew then and there that something great could come of this. He only hoped Trish felt the same way.

Coming back to what was happening now, Trish began to stir her head. While one of her hands landed on John's rip cage. She opened her eyes to find John staring at her.

"Hello gorgeous," he whispered. Trish smiled and moved her hand over to John's and intertwined them.

"Were you just watching me sleep?" she asked. John nodded his head, which caused Trish to giggle. "You know, last night was great."

"I feel the same way," John grinned. He released his hand from hers and placed it on her face, pulling her in for a deep kiss. He then pulled away, "I could get used to this." Trish then pulled him in for another passionate kiss.

Coming back to his senses he realized Trish was staring at him funny. He must have had some ridiculous look on his face. "Listen, I'm just going to go now so I'll talk to you later," he mumbled as he grabbed the rental car keys and proceeded to head for the door.

"I'm not going to be here when you get back," Trish announced.

"Uhm, okay well call me tomorrow then all right," he said. Trish shook her head and looked down into the coffee mug.

"No John, I mean I'm leaving, for good." John stopped and turned to face her with an unsure look upon his face.

"Wha- what are you talking about?" he stammered.

She placed the coffee mug down and looked up at John. "I'm sorry, but right now I don't feel like we are going anywhere. Lately we have been having a lot of problems and whenever I try to discuss them with you, you avoid it. Well I'm done avoiding it John." Trish got up and walked over to John and placed a hand on his face, "Right now I think we need some time apart."

She knew that this was a hard decision for her to make, but she knew it was the right one. John just stood there trying to comprehend what she had just said. Was she breaking up with me? He quickly shoved her hand off of him.

"What the hell are you talking about, there is nothing wrong with us! Sure, we fight some times, but all couples do that. You can't just fucking give up because of that." By now John's voice was getting louder, almost until the point were he was yelling.

"Dammit John, its just that." Trish huffed. "Your not willing to accept what is really happening. We've been drifting apart for months now. And no, this kind of fighting between us isn't like other couples. This is non-stop."

John was speechless. He didn't know what to say. He was almost positive that he still loved her; at least he thought he did. But Trish did make a valiant point that they had drifted apart and they were no longer the couple they once were. Maybe a separation could be a good idea. I mean it's not for sure a permanent thing so I guess it could work for the better?

Trish was trying to read John's face, but was getting nothing. He was so silent, and it was eating away at her. Her eyes began to become red and glossy and she made sure John didn't see her this way. "To make this easier for the both of us, I'll be gone by the time you get back."

John was about to say something, but was quickly interrupted by Trish. "Just don't say anything. You'd better get going before Vince gets on your ass about being late."

He couldn't do anything to stop it; she had obviously made up her mind and wasn't going to change it. So he knew that at least for now that he had to just roll with it. John locked eyes with Trish for a brief second before giving her a slight nod and walked out the door, while the same thing kept repeating through his head.

Was it really over?