Now Im starting to get ideas again… Hahaha. Most of the time Im a natural writer so I stop when I have writers block.

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At Night, 10.00PM , Balcony at Cornys house

Caleb's POV

One week passed just like that. I cooped up in my room all the time, and had only came down with Meredith and Ricky for meals. Thank goodness did Peter went abroad, I won't be able to stand it seeing them laughing and talk together. Yes, I admit. I still love Cornelia. Before, when Meredith came, I thought that she was my future. But now when I saw Cornelia again, I realized I still love her. But then again, I still had feelings for Meredith. I looked up at the stars…

Why was it so confusing? I should have never went back to Meridian. Goddamit…

Cornelia's POV

My phone rang, signaling a text message. I flipped it open. Peter.

"Will be coming back soon, any ideas yet?"

Oh! I hadn't thought about it yet! After Peter was gone I didn't have any weird questions with Elyon anymore, so I really couldn't bother.

"No, not really. You?" I texted back. I sighed. Time for some inspiration. I opened my door I strode towards my favourite place. The balcony. Well, it was my favourite place at night. The stars could really calm me down and the opened, unsheltered balcony had the best view of the black night sky. I walked in the balcony.

Wait. Is that Caleb? Oh no. I turned around immediately and started walking back quickly, but before that could happen…

"Cornelia?"

Shit. Crap. This was so screwed up. I turned around I faked a hey-whose-that-oh-its-you-I-didn't-notice look.

"Hey Caleb… didn't see you there. Can't sleep?" I asked him nonchantly.

"Not really. You too?"

"Yeah."

Awkward pause. I smiled at him, hoping to ease the tension. He did not notice, and he seemed deep in thought. That look on his face. The one cute face he gives when he was always thinking of some great fighting plan. I decided to turn around and walk away. This was not going anywhere.

"Cornelia? Wait. Don't go. Talk with me. Hows the rest of the girls?"

Finally he talked! Thank god for it.

"Oh them? They are fine. All overseas though. If not I would have had met them up with Elyon ASAP. How about you? Hows everything in Meridian?" I attempted to make conversation.

Caleb's POV

How was I? Hurting inside. seeing her with Peter, it really hurt. But of course, I could not tell her that. I should not be the one hurting inside. I was the one that left her here alone. The one hurt should be her. But now she is happy with that dickhead Peter and now Im hurting.

"Meridian hasn't changed in the past eleven years. Still so bright and light. Me? Couldn't be happier. I have Meredith and Ricky. Im great. You?" I lied. I stared into her huge blue eyes to prove that I was not trying to lie. You know the saying, flickering your eyes around and it means Im trying to avoid something. Cornelia was always the smart one, soo…

Back to her eyes. So damn blue. Gorgeous. Sweet. Sexy. Deep. How long has it been since I last stared into it. The last time I saw her, I avoided looking at her. I didn't want to see her hurt face. That wasn't the way I wanted to remember her. I dug past eleven years of Cornelia-less memories. Yep. The last time I looked into those eyes, were the few hours before I left her. At Silver Dragon. I remembered staring deep into her eyes, and kissing her…

"Caleb? Caleb? A penny for your thoughts?" Cornelia voice disrupted my train of thoughts. Her big doed like eyes got even rounded. I seriously wanted to kiss her. There and then. Heck care Ricky, heck care Meredith. Cornelia was my one true love. But doing this will freak her out, and that's it. Elyon will boot me back to Meridian and chuck me in the dungeon in 3seconds flat if that ever happens.

"Nahh, nothing." I shook my head dismissively.

Cornelia's POV

Thank god for his thoughts. I really did wonder when whether he did hear the forced fakeness in the answer of mine.

I watched him shake his head, his fringe flipping about. So cute. How many times have I seen him do that? Next, he will most like push his fringe back. Ha! That was exactly what he did. Old habits die hard, I guessed. Just then, I saw a strand of hair at the side of his cheek.

"Umm, Caleb, hair." I pointed to his left cheek. His hand came up and his fingers flicked about randomly, but he still could not get rid of that brown strand of hair.

"A little to your left. Yeah… No! Down abit. Right a little…" Impatiently, I reached out my hand and brushed the hair away. My hand lingered for a moment longer than intended as I remembered how his skin felt like. Soft and smooth. I immediately realized what I was doing, and tried to withdraw my hand. Unfortunately, he grabbed it. His tilted his head downwards, and he leaned forward. I found myself leaning forward too. I couldn't control it. I tried to resist but my body was controlled by my feelings. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to be his again. I wanted him. A centimeter before our lips touched, I snapped out of it. Oh My God! What was I doing? I ripped my hand away from him and ran off, tears streaming down my face. Hand covering mouth, I stifled a sob as I ran past all the rooms into the solace of my own bedroom. I threw myself on the bed and covered my sobs with a pillow.

What was I doing? I had a "husband", a child. He had his wife and child. I shouldn't have leaned forward. What if someone saw us? What if we got caught? Of course, we didn't really kiss, but it was a really intimidate action. Had I known, I should have left and didn't try to attempt idle chit chat with him.

But there was one fact ringing in my head.

He still loves me

I still love him

But so what? So what? He had a family. I cant expect him to leave them. I cant expect him to drop everything and come back to me. Cant expect to throw him at Alyssa and go, he is your father! And I can't drop a bomb at everyone. Oh! I was lying about being raped, Caleb is the father of Alyssa! It was truly, truly a disaster. My heart ached. After eleven years. Why had I not forgotten about him? Why? Why? I was pathetic. Weak. He hurted me eleven years ago. He hurt me a week ago. He hurt me now. How much more could I take?

Caleb's POV

I stared at Cornelia's running back. What, have I just done? She had a husband, a child, a family! I exploded to myself. So do I. Meredith and Ricky. Now she must have hated me. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her! How much have I freaked her out? I replayed the scene of her pulling her hand away from me, and running away. And all I could do was to stare at her, dumbfounded. Oh yeah. Go me!

Then I remembered. She leaned forward too. Maybe she just wanted to do something else. And not try to cheat on her husband. But she always did that whenever we kissed. Always the same reaction. So now I know one thing is for sure.

She loves me.

A/N : Hahah so this whole chapter is totally dedicated to Corny/Caleb, how is it? R&R!