A/N: I don't plan for this to be a long story. Jus' saying. ALSO, this is based mostly on the musical soooo yeah. There are some movie elements in my story. Only some.

Veronica Sawyer has graduated from college roughly five years ago. It's been years but…

She definitely never forgot. How could she? Every night she'd dream about his last words, his eyes, and his face. What a miracle for her to be laying on her bed with a smile on her face and in a healthy relationship. On the palm of her left hand was a framed picture of her best friends. She was smiling happily in the middle. Martha Dunnstock stood to her left. She was looking much more fit than she was in her high school days.

Heather McNamara stood to her right. She was still as beautiful as ever. Next to her was Betty Finn. She had grown more attractive and her style has definitely improved. They looked so happy. It was only a few hours after they graduated from college when they took the picture. Her stomach fluttered at the nostalgia. The photo filled her with joy and just as much sorrow. If somehow things ended up differently then maybe he would also be in the photo.

He, being her ex-boyfriend, Jason "J.D." Dean.

Her eyes wandered to her closet. She stood up, consumed by the feelings of her past, and opened the doors. Ignoring the bunch of colorful clothing, she put her focus on a black trench coat. It was something odd about him that she never questioned when he was alive. He wore it almost every time she saw him. That was saying something, considering she'd been dating him for that short amount of time she knew him. It became part of his identity to her. It was one of his traits that she thought was charming- cute, even.

They had given it to her before his funeral. It was ironic. On that particular evening, everything felt so cold. The coat was black, just like everyone's clothing.

Despite the chilly atmosphere, she managed not to wear it. After that event she wanted to throw it back at them. She wanted to say that she didn't want it. She'd have done so if not for the fact that she'd be lying to herself. She brought it home and washed it once a week. She hung it in her closet and made sure there were no wrinkles. She took care of it and was filled with such grief whenever she laid her eyes on it. But that grief filled a certain part of her. She herself didn't understand why she couldn't throw it away. It wasn't like she was going to wear it but…

She reached out to it when someone knocked on her door. Her hand paused, mere inches from the fabric.

Veronica sighed as she closed the closet doors. "Come in," she said. The door opened a crack and her husband's head peaked out from the gap. "It's time to eat, honey," he told her. Veronica smiled and nodded as she approached him. She swung the door open and exited her room. Her husband is a few inches taller than her, his looks are fairly average, and he has curly, brown hair. He looked at her with innocent eyes. They were so different from the dark and dangerous orbs she found herself drowning in so long ago. She sighed.

"Let's go."

She was back in her room.

Dinner was pleasant. They talked about their day, whether it was bad or good. He talked so casually, so unlike the dramatic way JD spoke to her. It hadn't escaped her notice that she ended up comparing him to her past lover so often. For example, his embrace was warm and comforting. JD's was also warm, but it was more protective than comforting. Sometimes it was more possessive. Other times it was both. Her husband's presence was calm and inviting. JD's presence was just (in one way or another) overwhelming.

She turned over to the right. She spotted the closet. The thought of feeling the trench coat crossed her mind. Her fingers twitched. Veronica sighed tiredly. "When did we go wrong? When did you go wrong?" she mumbled. Life could have been so different. They could have been married. They could have broke it off for good and stayed friends. She smiled bitterly as she realized that the most likely situation would have been the latter. Or maybe not at all. Maybe they would have broken off all contact.

Either way, he would have still been alive.

Strangely enough, the life she had now would be considered enviable. She was a lawyer (not her husband) and had healthy relationships with her co-workers and high school friends. She was considerably wealthy and had a lot of accomplishments. She'd think it was enviable too, if not for that one seemingly insignificant detail. JD was not anywhere to be seen in her current life. That bothered her subconscious for so long because of the incredible impact he had on her during high school.

No matter how you do it, you can't be such a large part of someone's life and disappear so quickly but expect them to forget you. You can never expect them to look back on their life and not remember how they felt about you. A love that was there and then wasn't… hurt. It left a big, gaping hole in a part of her soul. No matter how much it "healed" she would never forget. She had accepted it, sure, but he played a big part in how she now saw the world. She couldn't just leave it alone.

Her eyes spun as she looked at the ceiling.

It was amazing how badly JD had messed up and occupied her mind.

A/N: That's all for now. I'm still not sure if I'm going to add more than one chapter to this story. Please do review and thank you for reading. I know that Heathers has been a thing for a really long time and I may be too late to write a fanfic, but I needed something to help me spill my thoughts on it. Plus, the ending! Come on!

It also doesn't help that JD is my favorite character.