A short fic inspired by tonight’s Smackdown. CODYPUNK FORVER.
@luchorgasm @ahhhhhrexa
“You know we can’t run away from each other forever.”
Punk breathes in.
He can hear the words said to him back in January. “I’m not chasing you. You’re chasing me.” They rang through his head everyday. He holds their weight on his shoulders. Their power clutches his throat. He feels their meaning like a dagger into his heart.
He doesn’t fail to notice the choice of words. “Run away.” Yes, they both have been running. From shadows of better men, from the shade of what the other has done, and from words yet to be uttered. But he knows Cody, he knows what they mean, he’s telling Punk to stop running. He’s being kind by saying “we.”
This is more than about wrestling. This is something deeper.
He breathes out.
“I know.”
Something flashes in Cody’s eyes.
Punk can feel his heart pound in his chest. “I love ya.” “Cody’s the best of us.” “My guy Cody.” All the things he said to and about the man before him echoed in his head.
“Good luck.” He extends his hand. He holds back the smile when Cody takes it to shake.
Punk hopes Cody can see. He hopes he can been seen clearly. He’s been so desperately trying to show Cody that things are different. He doesn’t have to do it alone anymore.
“After Night of Champions, we’ll see who’s doing the chasing.”
