Characters/Pairing: Corny Collins
Word Count: 330
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The show had been over for six hours, nineteen minutes, and approximately thirty-seven seconds. Thirty-eight… thirty-nine…
Not that Corny had been counting.
Today's taping had been a success, as always. The girls twirled, the boys winked, and he sang his heart out. It had been all smiles, rainbows, and sunshine. Just like yesterday and the day before that, and the day before that.
However, unlike all the days before it, today was an important day. Today was the day he remembered every year. He sat in his dressing room and glanced at the bottle of whiskey on his desk. There was still far too much alcohol left in that damn container.
He took an angry swing, savoring the burn as the liquid traveled down his throat.
Allison.
He felt his eyes water and gave himself a hard slap. Boys didn't cry, and men sure as hell never cried.
She had been his missing half. She had been his joy, his sadness – his love; his everything. He would have crossed oceans, climbed mountains – all those cheesy things – just for her. Many people wondered about Corny's ideal woman. She, in all her glory, had been it.
Allison.
She died four years ago, to this day. During childbirth.
For a child that wasn't even his.
And even though it tore him apart, even though it split his beating heart; she had never looked so beautiful. The child hadn't made it, either.
But her death wasn't the reason he sat here, drinking away his sorrows. The death of the child, his or not, wasn't the reason he sat here in the darkness of the studio.
It was the guilt.
When he buried his wife, he promised himself only one thing: never again. He would not dishonor Allison's memory. Whether she had remained faithful or not, he would never turn to another woman.
He screamed as he threw the bottle to the ground, glass and alcohol flying everywhere.
Last night, he had broken that pledge.
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A/N: Crap… I feel horrible after writing that… But, even though Corny is a bright ray of sunshine, he has a dark side. Of course, I could just be trying to justify why I'd like to leave him single…
Corny, I still love you!
I need to write something not so angst-filled.