After a few days passed, you had almost completely healed and recovered. You were able to walk, however limping, and your body stopped aching at every movement you made.
Johnny guided you each time you needed help, he was gentle and warm, which made your heart ache for him even more.
"(Y/N), I just overheard that apparently the whole special thing is today." Johnny pulled you out of your thoughts.
"Hm?" You call out to him.
"I said that apparently the special thing is today." He repeated himself, before sitting down next to you on the island where you sat almost everyday talking to him.
"Oh. That's nice." You reply, inspecting the scenery in front of you.
"You okay?" He placed his hand on your knee.
"Yeah. I'm just tired." You turn you face to him, flashing a warm smile before turning back to face the front.
"I did a movie about someone who is depressed and all he ever said was that he was tired... so, y'know. Why don't you wanna tell me?" He questioned you, using it as an opportunity to mention his career for the millionth time this week.
What you have noticed is that he grew back into his 'Johnny Cage' persona again. He became arrogant, prideful, and all he ever did was pitch his movies and make dry joked all the time.
In reality, you prefer the... (real?) him way more.
"I'm fine." You reply flatly.
"Another thing that he said all the time is... that." He sighed deeply, "Is there something you're not telling me? It's not like it's anything that important anyway. Y'know, I can't read your fucking mind, (Y/N). I mean if you would at least tell me..."
(Stop talking.) - Words ring through your head as he keeps on rambling.
"Shut up." You mumble underneath your breath.
"I'm sorry?" He asks, "Well, sorry, (Y/N), for trying to make you feel better. So much for being a good person."
"Shut. Up." You repeat aggressively.
"Who are you? Skyler White? Talk to me." He insisted.
You ignored him, not looking at his face.
"You can walk home by yourself then, (Y/N). Good luck limping all the way there." He shouted the words which made your blood rush like a river through your veins, circling around endlessly.
You stand up to face him, seeing the regret which crashed down his face.
"(Y/N), I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" He spoke before you interrupted him.
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Johnny? Actually, how can you be this fucking dense." You snap back at him, stepping forward.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)..." He continues apologising as you interrupt him again.
"I don't want to hear the same fucking excuses and apologising all the fucking time. Leave me the fuck alone." You yell at him, regretting it a moment later.
He sighs deeply, showing his hands and steps away.
You cover your face with your hands as you contain the tears within you. You groan before sitting down on the ground, then leaning back to lie down.
You lay there for hours, inspecting the ceiling which covered your view of the sky.
"(Y/N)!" You heard Kung Lao call you.
"Yeah?" You respond, sitting back down.
"Liu Kang is calling all of us to the main temple." He explained as you stood up and walked over to him.
"Now?" You asked, surprised.
"Yeah, wanna go there together?" He asked as you nodded and began strolling along with him.
"Why were you there anyway?" He broke the silence.
"Oh, just meditating." You lie, smiling at him for a moment.
"I heard yelling a few hours ago. Was that you?" He continued questioning you as your stomach began tightening.
"No, I dunno." You lie again, avoiding eye contact.
"Alright." He responds, "We're here."
As you approach the now lit up temple. Lanterns were hanged all around it, making the place feel alive. When you walked in, you saw a large table placed in the middle, and on the table were placed several plates of food, a few bottles of alcohol and three plates of dessert.
Johnny was already at the far end of the table, cracking jokes with Kenshi and Raiden. When you walked in, his eyes followed you for but a fleeting moment, however looked away quickly.
"Hey, (Y/N)!" Raiden called you as he motioned for you to sit next to him.
"Hey." You greeted him with a warm smile as you sat down, "This is nice."
"I know right." Raiden responded, filling his bowl up with soup and noodles.
You flashed Johnny a glance before your eyes locked. You noticed regret in them, before he looked away to continue talking to Kenshi, who sat beside him.
After looking over the food, you decide to take some sweet and sour chicken. It was incredible; probably the best dish you have tried since being here.
"Holy shit, this is amazing." You laugh.
"Probably because all we ate for the past two months was rice." Kenshi added, chuckling to himself.
Glancing over at Johnny, once again, you see him reaching for the bottle of wine which stood in the middle of the table. He popped off the cork before pouring himself a full glass and drinking it in a matter of minutes.
The evening was filled with laughter and conversations, which finally made you feel alive. You connected with the other champions on another level, and you felt comfortable and safe.
"I did this movie once, and it was a terrible movie because it was one of my first ones, but basically, they had the exact same thing that you are talking about... only that it wasn't a store, it was a bank. But you get the point." Johnny mumbled through his drunk state.
"Guys, actually, I think I'm gonna go sleep." You say as you stand up from the table and begin leaving, "Bye guys, see you."
"Bye!" You heard echo from all the champions.
"I'm gonna go too, catch up with you later." Johnny said as he rushed to catch up to you.
You glanced at him walking beside you, but didn't say anything.
"Can we go to the island?" He murmured, with the stench of alcohol radiating from his mouth.
"Okay." You reply flatly, turning to the opposite direction of your home.
When you arrive, you lean against the border with surrounded the island of rock.
Johnny stepped towards you, "(Y/N), please, forgive me for saying all of that I mean, I was an idiot, and I didn't know how to act because y'know like I love you and I just got lost in what to say and please forgive me."
You heart dropped to your stomach, "Love me?"
He was terrible at covering his emotions in this drunken state as he began mumbling, "What? No, I never said that, you... you're a friend."
You cover your mouth with your palm, unable to comprehend what you were hearing. Pure drunken truth.
"No, Johnny. Tell me the truth." You insisted.
He sighed deeply before slurring his words, "I love you, (Y/N)."
Your brain short circuits and your heart gets bathed in blood which rushes around your body. You look back at his adoring eyes.
"I love you too, Johnny." You speak softly before stepping forwards to him.
Your arms wrap around his neck as his hands find your waist and grip onto it tightly. You breathe heavily from the sensation. This was real. This wasn't a dream anymore.
Your bodies press against each other as your lips brush against his softly before colliding against his. He tastes of wine and mint.
His hands travel around your back and then find their way down to your hips. You grip onto his back to pull him closer to you before he leans down to your level to deepen the kiss.
You groan lowly into the kiss before running your fingers through his hair and then press them against his face.
You pull away, breathing heavily and shivering from his touch. And then the dawning realisation strikes down at you: will he even remember this moment tomorrow?