What if cory was still alive but he wasn't with lea?
It was a normal day. Really. Nothing was happening. Lea woke up and admired the ring on her finger, then cuddled with her cat Sheila for a few minutes before finally getting up and ready to go to work. Once at work she recited her words perfectly for twelve hours, then went home. She made herself a cup of coffee because it was her favorite late night drink, and even though it was getting pretty late, she kicked up her feet and turned on the TV for the first time in a week.
That's when her day was interrupted. That's when suddenly it became a not so normal day and a chaotic mess instead, all because the doorbell rang. That's always what he brought with him, though – a mess. A mess that the two of them clearly had no idea how to clean up nor had they learned from it, because in the long run, one of them always came back.
Lea groaned, but got up anyway and headed to the door. She was tired and cranky and honestly whoever had the nerve to ring her doorbell at eleven o'clock at night was pretty damn gutsy, because she couldn't make any promises that she wouldn't kill them. But when she opened her door, she froze at the figure standing on her porch.
"You're engaged," He breathed.
Lea stared at him shocked. His chocolate brown eyes, his messy hair, his stupid plaid button up; it was all there. He was all there, standing in the dim light of her front porch.
Finally, Lea comprehend what Cory had said, curtly nodding. "I am."
"To him?"
Lea looked down, nodding again. Every memory of her first love crossed through her mind. His soft lips, the tenderness when he kissed her, the way she poured her soul out to him... The man in front of her wasn't that boy anymore and she found that incredibly disheartening, because man, did she love that boy.
She wasn't trying to be rude with her short responses; she just didn't know what to do. His visit was – as always – completely unexpected and a teensy bit inappropriate, and the tension was there. Lea wanted to do so many things all at the same time. So, due to her speechlessness, she simply nodded once again, confirming his question, "To Mark,"
Cory hesitated, and she knew he was trying to keep his comment and hurt inside of him so she didn't have to see it, but as expected, it eventually came out.
"What about me?"
Lea closed her eyes.
"What about me, Cory?" she asked, desperation lacing through the question.
He stared at her and neither of them were sure what to say. She couldn't look at him, because if she did she knew she'd get tears in her eyes. And If she got tears in her eyes she'd cry again. She couldn't cry again, not over him. She promised herself she would never cry over him again.
"I always thought it'd be you and me forever."
Lea opened her mouth, and then closed it again. There was so much to say. The two of them had so many things that they could talk about, so many ways that they could easily fall in love again.
"I have to go," she whispered.
His hand stopped her from slamming the door in his face. "You loved me once...didn't you?"
