Chapter One
"She's gone," he muttered to himself, as he sat alone in his cold and dark apartment, "They're both gone."
It all started, of course, at that god damn island. He fell in love, and he fell out of love. Or so he thought. When Courtney left Total Drama World Tour, he'd had time to sort things out. He thought about her, he thought about Gwen, he even thought about Trent. He thought of all the people he had hurt.
Ever since they kissed in the confessional, Duncan and Gwen had been going steady. But Duncan knew he could never give Gwen the love she deserved, for everytime they kissed, or showed even the slightest sign of affection, Duncan always imagined her as a certain tanned princess he once knew. That was why they never had sex. Gwen knew why, too. She just didn't want to admit to herself that all the time she had poured into this relationship was a waste of itself. Yet Gwen had always underestimated her boyfriend's love for his "princess". That is, until she came home one awful night.
FLASHBACK
He just couldn't stand it anymore! He had to hear his angel's sweet voice one last time, even if it was telling him to go fuck himself. So, he called her.
COURTNEY'S POV
Courtney sat at her desk, closing her laptop for the night. She had been depressed for just over a year, ever since the breakup. He was all she ever thought about, yet she was positive she never crossed his mind. She sighed, walking slowly to her closet. She dropped to her knees, bending forward slighty and lifting a small rug. She grabbed a screwdriver and delicately placed it in a crack in the wood floor. She then lifted the plank of wood to reveal her little sanctuary. It held her favorite and most importnant trinkets and memories. She smiled at them. A photo of her and Duncan, a marshmellow in a ziploc baggie, a wooden skull, and, her razor. Her smile slowly faded as she went through them. A tear fell on the photo, as so many had done before. She touched the rough wooden surface of the skull, and giggled at the marshmellow and the memories it brought back to her. Then she fingered the smooth metal of the blade. She pulled back her sleeve, and frowned at the scars already there. Yet she put the razor up to her slender wrist, and just as she pressed the sharp edge into her skin, the phone rang. She quickly wiped tears off her face, and ran to pick it up.
"Hello, this is Courtney Taylor, may I help you?" she asked in a clear voice.
"Princess?" a dark, choked voice responded.
She knew that voice. She not only knew it, she could never forget it.
"Duncan." she whispered; she was in shock.
"Uh, yeah. Listen, babe, I mean Courtney, I was just wondering if you were up to grab some Starbucks or something, nothing fancy, and maybe...y'know...catch up?" he slapped a palm over his head, since when did he sound so desperate?
"Yeah! Yeah, sorry. I mean, sure, whatever." she tried to sound casual, but knew she was failing.
"Cool. Well meet me at the Starbucks on 5th Street, you know the one? Well I'll be there at three, okay? So, um, meet me there."
She giggled at how nervous he sounded, and said, "Sure, Duncan, I'll see you at three." and quickly hung up.
She stared at the phone in disbelief, threw her shit back in it's hidey hole, and fell on the bed, setting her alarm. Before she could even hide her smile, she was fast asleep.
DUNCAN'S POV
She said yes. She said yes. He didn't even expect her to pick up! But she was always full of surprises. She sounded older, and...sadder? He didn't know. Well, it was two in the morning, so she might have just been tired. Speaking of tired, he was fucking exhausted. So he took off his shirt and crawled into bed. Gwen was staying with her family for the weekend, so he said goodnight to himself and flicked off the lamp.