DM 1988: Hey, guys. Well, it's been a while, huh? My excuse: I've dealing with a lot of personal issues that I do not feel like talking about, which really took a toll of everyday activity. This story is based on what I went through the last few months.

For all you Cornelia AND Will fans out there, I think you'll enjoy this.

Disclaimer: No way in hell do I own this series. That's all I 'm going to say.


October 17, 2006

The wilted leaves rustle on the cracked sidewalk, complementing the eerie sound of the air being blown throughout the city of Heatherfield. The afternoons have gotten colder and shorter as a figure is walking towards a coffee shop appear in the distance. She had short red hair, as red as a wildfire. She wore an orange turtleneck shirt underneath a slate colored hoodie, as well as blue baggy pants that hugged her curves ever slightly. As she approached the door to the coffee shop, she realized that one of her shoes was untied.

"I find it hard to believe that you decided to show up around here, Red."

The sixteen year old woman then heard someone speak with a sharp tongue. The cold words pierced through the cold autumn wind, striking through the head of the young petite woman. In front of her is another young woman taller than her. She had long flowing blonde hair that hid her face. She wore a pink dress with a scarf around her neck. Her ice blue eyes locked onto the redhead with a cold demeanor.

The redhead asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"…I mean…why do you still come around here?"

The redhead remained confused as to what the blonde haired woman was talking about. The blonde continued, "Why do you still come around here after…after…what happened…with Elyon…Why are you still here…!"

"Look…Cornelia…about what happened…two years ago…it was something beyond anyone's control. I didn't know what I was doing." The redhead replied with what she had on mind, noticing Cornelia in tears. "There was nothing I could-"

"I WISH YOU HAD SHOT YOURSELF, WILL!!" yelled Cornelia as she slapped Will across the face and pushed her down into the ground. She then pulled out a pocket knife and pointed it at Will with bitter hatred.

"Cornelia, get a hold of yourself!" Will said before Cornelia swiped her cheek. A slight stream of blood flowed down her face, prompting Will to grab the blonde's hands.

For Cornelia, her blood ran cold with anger and hatred. With her friend Elyon Brown no longer alive, all Cornelia could think of is lashing her anger on the person she truly hates.

Still, Will was not going to let her anger control her, as she knocked the knife out of Cornelia's grasp. Immediately after, Will wrapped her arms around Cornelia out of sincerity. But Cornelia doesn't buy it, instead pushing her off. She, then, rushed off in the direction away from Will, hoping that she doesn't follow.

"Cornelia…" Will whispered as she recollects what happened two years ago……