This fic is being written as though Dana never left.
Zoey and Chase are getting married and Dana is dying inside because of a huge secret.
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I stand and watch, a fake smile plastered on my face. Today is your wedding day. You are marrying Chase, and I'm just the lonely, single, bridesmaid. I try as hard as I can to keep back the tears. I look around and see that everyone is crying. But you and everyone else are crying happy tears. If I let the tears come, they won't be happy. They will be the tears of a broken heart. The tears that come from the bridesmaid in love with the bride, forced to sit and watch in fake happiness as the bride and groom share their first kiss as husband and wife. I hate Chase for marrying you. I know that he had a crush on you since the first time he met you, but, I've been in love with you since halfway through our first year at PCA.
You smile over at me while you walk down the isle with Chase. I let one lone tear trail down my face. You're married now. I missed my chance with you. Still, I hate Chase.
Nicole walks up to me from the first row. "Are you okay, Dana?"
I smile a fake smile up at her. "I'm fine. Why?"
"You just looked... sad." Nicole shrugs and follows the rest of the wedding guests out of the chapel. I stay behind, unable to keep the smile on m face any longer. I sat down where I stood. I brought my knees up to my chin. I wrap my arms around my knees. Then, I bury my head into my knees and start to sob.
I hear the door open and I look up, surprised to see you standing there looking worriedly at me. You sit down on the floor next to me.
"What's wrong, Dana?" You put your arm around me and I feel my face grow red.
"Nothing."
"It's not nothing."
"Just go be happy with Chase and the rest of your friends and family. I'll be fine. Really, just go." I smile warmly at you.
"Dana, I can see that something is bothering you. Please just tell me what it is!"
"I can't, Zoey. I swear, if I could, I would. I just cannot tell you. Just go have fun. Tell Chase I said I'm sorry I didn't come to the party." I try as hard as I can to say Chase's name without hate in my voice.
You sigh and stand up. "Fine, Dana. I give up. If you won't tell me what's wrong, I won't bother you. Enjoy your misery."
As I watch you walk out of the chapel, I almost want to go after you. And what exactly is keeping me from chasing you? Right, Chase. Chase is why I don't chase you every time I watch you leave me for a better life. A life where you don't need me. A life where all you need is Chase.
When you're out of the chapel and the door closes, I lay my head in my hands, tears once again spilling out of my eyes. I look up just a little so that I can see the closed door. I whisper, "If you really want to know what's wrong, Zoey, I'll tell you." More tears spill from my eyes. "I love you."