A/N: Good evening, all you cool cats and kittens! Hope everyone is doing well and keeping safe. Our little corner of the world is getting ready to shut down all together until this is over. The joys of living in New York. I've spent some of this time catching up on some of my favorite shows, spending time with Jack, and experiencing new things. I highly recommend the Tiger King if you haven't seen it. It's a complete train wreck that the world is talking about but I'm glad I watched it. Read this then check it out!

This is a longer one shot idea I had from a Lady Antebellum song I heard and instantly thought of our favorite duo. I promise more of Altered/Reality will be posted in the next couple days but I just wanted to get this finished before moving any further.

As always, I own nothing PR related and I always am grateful when you R&R!

What If I Never Get Over You
A Power Ranger Fanfic

It's supposed to hurt, it's a broken heart
But to movin' on is the hardest part
It comes in waves, the letting go
But the memory fades, everybody knows
Everybody knows

"'Nother round, miss?" The scratchy voice up the bar called. I didn't even look up as I nodded. The bartender placed by third gin and tonic in front of me and removed my previous glass, not bothering to say a word as he did so. I saw his shadow return to his seat at the other end of the bar to continue watching the small television on the back shelf behind the premium bottles. Gripping the new cold glass in my hand, I brought it to my lips and took a sip. Like the others before it, my lipstick left a faint impression on it as I placed it back on the stained and abused bar top.

Four stools away from sat an older gentleman who was on his fourth beer since I set up shop. He had a sunken face behind a grey bushy beard and grey slicked back hair sticking out from a baseball cap with Good Year printed on the front. He didn't speak and chain smoked cigarettes as he drank, oblivious to the rest of the world. Now and then he would shoot me a glance that I ignored but would return to staring into space towards the direction of the television. A golden wedding ring with what looked like decades of abuse shimmered slightly on his left hand.

"You knew I was going to marry her, Kim. I told you that months ago."

Shaking my head, I downed the rest of my drink and kicked off my high heels. They made a slight clattering noise as they hit the ground but no one seemed to notice. We were the only ones in the whole place. The bartender himself was also an older man with a shiny bald head and tired eyes. I felt like he had been here longer than a person should be. Another casualty of life. The ice in my glass clinked as it settled from lack of liquid, making him look up. Without asking, he placed another one in front of me. I could feel the calming numb feeling washing over me from the other ones. The edge was beginning to fade away and I could sense a feeling of faux peace settle in my mind.

"Do you know how long I've waited for you? How long I've waited to be good enough for you? Nothing I seem to do is good enough for you no matter what I do, what I change about myself and what I say. How do you expect me to keep living like this when I picture you with him every day?"

I'm a dumb, dumb fool. Growing up, my grandmother taught me that you should never regret your past because it's something you can't change regardless of how bad it makes you feel. Well, for the first time in my life, I'm regretting something. My naivety had led me to this run down hole in the wall bar to drink my remaining bits of shame left. The rest of my shame had been destroyed along with a three tiered wedding cake that was still semi smeared down the side of my black dress. I could still smell the butter cream frosting and my arm was sticky near the elbow. It hadn't washed completely off in the bathroom when I arrived here like I had hoped.

"I don't care how sad you are. You can't blame me for your depression."

The bitterness crept into the back of my mind and I squeezed the glass in my palm til it slowly ebbed away again. I should have known better. I have a master's degree in clinical psychology. You would think I could see straight through his shit. Apparently not though. With every sweet word he said to me, my diluted common sense just soaked in my bull shit that at the time I thought was love. He told me he loved me. Every time he saw me. Every time he kissed me. Every time I allowed him in my bed. And it was all bull shit. I was even naive enough to think I could make him choose me. Instead he broke me into a million little pieces.

"Please don't do this. Don't tell me it was all for nothing. That I didn't spend the decade of my life being in love with a lie. Please. I'm begging you. Don't do this to me."

I remember being thirteen years old and watching those stupid soap operas where the teens would find their true loves by the time they were sixteen and would have the rest of their lives planned out for them. The guy would always be either tall, dark, and brooding or the American all-star boy next door. There was never and inbetween. I had always prepared myself for the day I met my soulmate. We'd meet, our eyes would lock, and we would just know that our forevers were destined in the stars. I knew it sounds like the script for a cheesy Rom-Com but it was all I ever wanted.

Then it did.

What if I'm tryin', but then I close my eyes
And then I'm right back, lost in that last goodbye?
And what if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do?
What if I never get over you?

It was the beginning of October. The air had been getting cooler (well, as cool as California could get) and school was already underway by a month and a half. It was my tenth grade year, the year everyone calls the hardest academically and hormonally. I saw that on Oprah one day after school when Mom was watching it and it stuck with me since seventh grade. There was a karate tournament on a Saturday and my friends and I went down to support one of my best friends, Jason. He was the leading karate champion in our school and pretty much our entire area. There were some kids that came close to him in skill from Stone Canyon but they could never beat him when it came down to skills. I knew he would have this in the bag and that we would be celebrating with strawberry banana smoothies by the late afternoon.

Jason made it through his first four matches without breaking that much of a sweat. Half way through the day, I noticed a guy who I hadn't seen before. Like Jason, he had beat all of his opponents with ease and seemed to be a good sport about it, shaking hands after each match. His long brown hair caught my eye and I noticed a dimple in the corner of his smile each time he spoke. He was cute. I gave him that. Enough so that each time he would almost glance over at me, I felt my heart thunder in my chest.

As the day progressed, he made it into the final round. Jason had to face him next. As the group was giving Jason a pep talk, I couldn't help but find myself googling this guy like a piece of meat. Not my finest moment, I'll admit. The two of them fought and it ended in a draw. My other best friend, Trini, told me that he was the new kid at our school. I knew for sure I had never seen him before there. I made a special note to start looking around a bit harder on Monday. But I now knew his name; Tommy Oliver.

The weekend went by like normal. I spent time at the mall, hung out with my friends, fought intergalactic aliens. You know, typical teenager things. Trust me. It's not something you want me to get into right now. Just take the notion that I was technically a superhero and let your mind figure the rest out. But when Monday came around, I didn't have to try to find the mysterious Tommy Oliver. He found me by coming to my rescue. I didn't need him to. Trust me. Part super hero, remember? But it was one of the sweetest things I had ever seen before in my life. And then he showed off some fantastic karate moves. If that doesn't impress you, you're lying.

It was at the moment that our eyes met for the very first time. I knew I was in love with him. It might have been pathetic, teenage dreams hoping to come true but I had no doubt in my mind that I was head over heels in love with that boy. And from the way he looked at me, I knew he felt the same way.

Life's a big dumb though. There's dumb moments that are caused by shitty situations or series of events. Cue the super hero shit that caused him to be evil for a little bit. Long story short, he fought us. But we were able to break him outta that. Soon, we were fighting side by side and Tommy and I ended up dating. In the beginning, it was a bit of a whirlwind. I was one cloud nine, knowing that he was by my side and that he was always going to be there for me. It's corny to say but he was my knight in shining white army and he had some serious skills in saving me when someone saw me as an easy and kidnappable target. It happened a lot unfortunately. But I knew I could count on him to run to the ends of the Earth and beyond to bring me home at the end of the day.

Back to those dumb moments again. Two years after we started dating, the superhero thing ended for me. It wasn't that I really wanted it to. It was more like I was forced between a rock and a hard place. I decided that my time was up and passed on that part of my life to a new friend, Kat. I thought she'd make a good member of the team and was a smart choice to take my place. Shortly after that, I was offered a chance at my dream job. I had always dreamt of going to the Olympics for gymnastics. It had been my main ambition since I was a little girl, forcing my mom to take me to lessons. I was handed the chance to train at the world's leading gym on a full ride scholarship. The only issue was that it was 3,000 miles away from my home, my friends, and Tommy.

I turned it down at first. I could not leave him. Tommy was my everything, including my future. We only had one more year of school left and my mother had moved to France shortly before that. Besides my friends, he was the only part of my life I considered family and I didn't want to be so far away from him. I had made my decision and I was fine with it. Tommy wasn't though. He knew it was my dream and he knew it was something I had always wanted to do. He told me over and over again that it was one giant step in my career goals. That I would regret it if I didn't go. I tried to tell him I would be fine without going. That everything I needed was here and there were other ways to get to the Olympics. He would budge though.

One night, we were laying together in his bed and he looked over at me. He took a deep breath and told me that if I didn't go, he was going to beat himself up about it for the rest of his life. He said he loved me and that he always would but he wouldn't let himself be the reason I didn't follow my dreams. It was that moment I knew I had to go. I knew it in my heart even though it hurt to admit. We talked about it more, how we would make things work with all that distance between us. Our time together was growing shorter and soon, I found myself boarding a plane for the land of oranges and retirees.

Maybe months go by, maybe years from now
And I meet someone and it's workin' out
Every now and then, he can see right through
'Cause when I look at him
Yeah, all I see is you

The bartender walked over and poured me another drink. I ran a finger through my hair and felt the thick and sticky icing in it, globs here and there. Groaning, I dropped my hands down to the bar top and tuck a swig of my drink. For a moment, I wondered how much that cake had cost. A pang of guilt hit me for the briefest of seconds before I realized as to the reason why I had smashed it in the first place.

After arriving in Florida, I found myself adjusting rather slowly. The gym was great and I was making friends with the girls in my dorms. I was learning new tricks and techniques that were making my routines flawless. All that was great and all but I missed home so much. I missed being with my friends, the California sun, and Tommy. It hurt to think about him and what he was doing at that moment. We promised to write to each other every day and we talked on the phone as much as we could. It got to the point he needed to work part time for Ernie at the Youth Center to help his parents pay for the phone bill until they got a plan with unlimited calling after a certain time at night. There were days we both went to school or the gym tired from talking on the phone all night.

I missed Tommy. I missed being near him. I missed the way his hand felt in mine. The way his lips felt against my lips. I wished with everything in me that I was only a state or two away, not thirteen at the least. The letters were a big help. He kept his word, sending one every day. I usually got them at night when I got back from practice. It was nice reading them while making dinner or relaxing in bed while waiting for him to call me. We had our routine down and I was getting better settled in with everything we had in place.

Then came the panic attacks. The first one was during practice. For some reason, I felt so much anxiety about my routine that I couldn't breathe. It was one of the most frightening things I've ever felt. I was convinced I was dying or something. It took Coach Schmidt and two other trainers to get me to calm down enough to get air in. After that, they started coming over the smallest and dumbest things. I was diagnosed a short time later with them and was advised to practice some stress relieving exercises to help me. I tried. I made time to do them. Tommy even helped me with them over the phone at night. It helped for a little bit but then Tommy started missing our calls at night. His responsibilities with being a superhero were getting bigger. I was proud of him and understood. He always made it up to me the next day or would send me two letters when it happened. We were fine. I was fine.

But then I wasn't.

Two nights before my birthday and Valentine's Day, a panic attack blind sided me. Unfortunately, it was the same night that Tommy had missed our phone time. In my mind, I instantly imagined him with Kat. He was sleeping with her behind my back and he didn't love me anymore. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I was having an attack and it wasn't true, I couldn't shake the feeling. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the two of them together and it made me so upset, I threw up. I took all the pent up emotions I was trying to supress and let them go at the expense of my liver and my good judgement. I drank a lot that night and made the absolute most stupid decision of my life.

The following morning, it took some time for me to remember the events that had occurred. I could remember the crying and the attack. I could also recall writing that damn letter and dropping it into the outgoing mail slot. I tried to get it back from the office but it was too late. Mail had gone out already. I then tried to call Tommy to warn him. I couldn't let him read that letter. I had said I was dumping him for someone else. He would be crushed. But when I called, his mother told me that he had spent the night at Kat's house the night before and hadn't come home yet.

It's funny how emotions work, isn't it? When I heard that, it was like a switch went off in me. I knew it was more than likely an excuse he used to hide a Ranger mission or fight. We all used them. Sometimes, you had to get creative. But something in me blocked that rational thought from connecting to the rational center of my mind. Instead, my fears from the night before were confirmed. I had been right about him and Kat. He was with her all night. He was with her all the time. Not only had she taken my spot on the team, she had slid right into the cozy spot in Tommy's arms. I stopped trying to call him then and waited. Once he got the letter, he would reach out to me and try to figure out what the hell was going on.

He didn't. Day after day passed and nothing came from him. Or anyone, really. I got a call or two from Trini who wasn't even in the country and Jason sent me a postcard from Alaska. I had my answer for sure now. If he was alright with me not wanting to be with him, I was going to have to be alright with it as well. I did my best. When I did hear from others, I ignored talking or asking about him. I dove into training with a new found amount of passion I didn't have before. I was determined to make this worth it. If I had thrown away Tommy for it, I had to make sure it was going to be my passion in life.

I tried dating people too. I met a couple local guys and went one some blind dates. This one guy, Travis, was great. We dated for a couple months. We even talked about moving in together once. But, he could see right through me sometimes. He said that I would get this look on my face and he knew I was off somewhere in my mind, thinking about Tommy. He didn't know about him but he just figured it had something to do with my past. He wasn't wrong. Every now and then, I'd look at him and see Tommy standing there. I'd hear his laugh in his and I'd imagine him whenever he would kiss me. It wasn't fair to Travis or myself to continue living like that. After we broke up, I put dating on hold for the Olympic games. It just never went back to being active after that.

What if I'm tryin', but then I close my eyes
And then I'm right back, lost in that last goodbye?
And what if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do?
What if I never get over you?

Over the jukebox in the corner, a Joe Diffie song came on. I recognized it as one my father used to sing in the car when I was younger. I thought about him as I sipped my drink, wondering if he'd be proud of me for being where I was. He had always been a drinker but it didn't come out as much until the divorce. It was the main reason why Mom didn't let me see him once he moved away. I hated him for it for a while but as an adult, I understood it now. I thought about calling him. I thought about asking him what my next action should be. Cause I sure the hell didn't know.

"Suppose I'm not surprised to find you here." A voice said behind me. I was caught off guard, jumping slightly. I turned in my seat to look over my shoulder and found Tommy standing there. The groom, in his white dress shirt and black slacks, still had smears of white buttercream frosting on his as well. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, unlike the down do he had at the ceremony. Icing was smeared on his pants and I winced at the idea of it being a rental. Though, being Kat, she probably made him buy a tux to keep for when she was a famous dancer and needed to show off her eye candy husband. I wanted to gag at the thought but I couldn't bring myself to be that rude. After all, I did cause a scene.

"Go away, Tommy." I said, turning back to face the bar. He scoffed and I heard him walk towards me.

"'Go Away?' You ruin my WEDDING and you're telling me to go away. You've got a whole lot of fucking nerve, Kimberly. Do you understand what the hell you did to me today?"

"Yeah. I came to your wedding, got into a screaming match with you wife-to-be, and then tossed your wedding cake at the both of you. Am I painting the proper picture here or did I miss something?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders as he leaned against the corner of the bar next to me. I tilted my head back and downed the rest of my drink.

"What the hell got into you? I asked you several times before today if you were going to be okay with all of this. If you weren't going to be, you should have said something. You said you were fine."

"Well, apparently, I wasn't." I set the empty glass on the bar top but the bartender did his best to avoid eye contact with me. He pretended to be interested in something on the TV behind the bar. The older man sitting at the bar let out a gruff chuckle he tried to hide with a cough that didn't work so well. "Listen, you don't have to do this, okay? Just go back to your reception and pretend it didn't happen. I'm outta of Angel Grove in the morning and you don't have to worry about me anymore. It's something you're good at." I grabbed my purse and pulled some cash out. I tossed it on the bar next to my glass and slid out of my stool.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tommy asked, taking a step back.

"It means just what it sounds like. You have a big degree. Trying using that big brain of yours to figure it out." I casted a look at him before walking out the front door. Night had fallen now and there was a warm sticky feeling in the air. Thunder rolled off into the distance. As I walked, I realized I had left my shoes at the bar. I stopped on the sidewalk, trying to figure out if it was worth going back in to get them. I had said such an awesome thing to walk away on and it would lose its meaning just to go in and get a thrift shop pair of heels. But, then again, it would be a long walk back to my hotel in just my bare feet.

The door of the bar opened and Tommy walked out. My shoes were in his left hand and his cell phone was in his right. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms before turning towards the street to avoid making eye contact. I was ready for the day to be over. I had known from the moment my plane touched down here that all of this crap wasn't going to go as well as I was pretending it would. And yet, I agreed to come. I agreed to sit there and watch the probable love of my life marry another woman. The churning feeling in my stomach that's been there for the last few years came back and I gritted my teeth.

"You forgot something." He said behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him holding the shoes out to me. I eyed him for a moment before taking them. I didn't move to put them on. It wouldn't be a graceful gesture on my part, thank you Mr. Bartender. I wanted to reserve what little dignity I had. "So, you aren't even going to talk to me now?"

"Hey. You didn't want to talk to me this morning when I told you I needed to tell you something." I shot back, glaring at him. A car passed, the engine breaking up the tension by half of a percent.

"That doesn't mean you bring it up in the middle of my wedding ceremony!" He exclaimed.

"It wasn't the middle." I replied. "It was at the objection part. That's more towards the end."

"I'm so glad this is a joke to you." He shook his head, putting his hands on his waist. Above us, lightning flashed and the thunder rolled closer. "You never seem to take anything serious. My wedding, my relationship with Kat, our relationship, commitment. You know? That thing that happened that you destroyed." I turned to face him, anger building in my chest.

"That I destroyed? Well, you sure have a hard time showing how much it hurt since you were shacking up with Kat just a few days later. And don't even try to deny it. Everyone told me about it. You didn't have to." I sighed, feeling tears brim in my eyes but I turned so he couldn't see them. I wasn't going to let him know.

"They told you wrong, Kim. Getting that letter broke my fucking heart. I couldn't believe that you cared that little about our relationship. About me. And to find out you had found some other guy? Do you know what that did to me? I didn't think I'd be able to live with myself for months." He said, stepping towards me. "How could you do that to me? To us?"

"I didn't." I whispered, feeling a tear slip down my cheek.

Ooh yeah
What if I never get over?
What if I never get closure?
What if I never get back all the wasted words I told ya?
What if it never gets better?
What if this lasts forever and ever and ever?

Three hours earlier….

The sweat in my palms was growing in amount with each passing moment. I did my best to try to distract myself. I counted the windows in the hall, stared at the crazy hats on Kat's family, tried to decide how many shades of pink were too many. Nothing worked though. I was left looking up at the front of the room. Left to look at my worst nightmare going down right in front of my face. It was like watching a ship sink with your entire family on board with no way of helping them.

They had decorated the community center well. You would have never known that this was where they held sporting events and club activities like bingo every Friday. Flowers were hung on every surface possible, chairs lined up into pews. Behind the ceremony area, the reception was set up. Round tables were covered in white linens with pink napkins. Centerpieces of flowers were on all the tables, save the dessert one. I could see the three tiered wedding cake from here, white frosting with delicate pink flowers up the side of it. A white runner was in the aisle that ran from the entrance of the reception area, pink petals leading up to the archway built for the special occasion. It was made of white metal and wire, pink and white roses tied to it. The sight of it when I first arrived made my blood boil but I kept my mouth shut. Just because I was looking at the wedding I had all planned out from the moment I met Tommy didn't mean that I had the right to spout off at the mouth.

I found candy in my purse and sucked on a butterscotch to keep my comments to myself while I made small talk with our friends that weren't in the wedding party. There weren't many, all of them being asked to be a part of the big day in one way or another. I also dodged the many comments from people, saying they always thought it would be Tommy and I getting married like this. That made two of us, I suppose. I was damn near grateful when the music started, signaling us to find seats. I opted to sit in the fourth pew back on Tommy's side. I recognized his parents in the front row, his mother waving to me when we made eye contact. I gave her a smile, wishing I could disappear.

The song changed and the groomsmen filed out of the back of the building. Rocky, Adam, Zach, Billy, and Jason filed out. Each wore black tuxes with pink vests, something that made me roll my eyes. I wouldn't have made them wear pink. They would have worn their respective colors, something I always thought would have been a funny inside joke for all of us. Tommy was at the end, his tuxedo jacket was white instead of black. His long hair had been straightened and was down. I sighed, wishing we had had a moment to speak before the ceremony. I had told him yesterday at the rehearsal I was forced to sit through that I needed to speak to him before it but Kat had told him he was to stay on schedule. He promised to talk to me after though, not that it would make much difference at that point.

It's been two years since the last time I had seen Tommy and I knew I needed to tell him how I felt. It was all I could think about all the time and it was starting to eat me up inside. Even if he didn't feel the same way, it was my only way of getting closure from what happened with us. I couldn't move on with my life if I didn't at least try. But now, there was no time to tell him. I had missed my chance and I knew that I would have to live with this for the rest of my life now.

The wedding march played, bringing me back to the present. I saw the bridesmaids were all in pink and Kat was coming down the aisle with her grandfather. Her dress was an extra, over the top, puffy thing that reminded me of a fairy godmother gypsy. She stood in front of Tommy and that pastor stepped forward towards them as Tommy took her hands. I think I'm going to hurl before this is over.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union between Tommy Oliver and Katherine Hillard." The pastor announced, his voice projecting out to the audience of at least two hundred people in front of him. He went into his speil of love being great and wonderful and never jealous. I rolled my eyes at this, knowing full well that it is jealous and it is impatient at times. That's what made it an emotion felt by humans. We were fucked up creatures and it made our emotions fucked up as well. Nothing from the Good Book was going to convince me otherwise. With each passing word the man said, I felt the tension in my body grow. My leg was jiggling and I couldn't keep my hands from trembling in my lap. I bit my lip, trying to hold everything in.

"Before we do the vows, I ask the audience for honesty and blessing during this time. Does anyone have any reason to object to the union of these two in the eyes of the lord?" The pastor asked. He glanced around the room, a smile on his old face. There were wrinkles in the corner of his eyes and his mouth as he did a little bounce on the balls of his feet. Everyone looked around, a sense of humor in the air. As if it would be comical if someone found some absurd reason as to why Tommy shouldn't be marrying Katherine.

"I do." I heard the words and it took me a moment to realize I had spoken them. I found myself standing in the middle of the aisle, my hands balled into fists. There was a collective gasp as everyone turned to see who had spoken. My knees felt like jello as Tommy laid eyes on me, his eyebrows raised in shock. Kat turned as well, her expression not as shocked as the rest of the group that stood up there. Jason looked at me like I had five heads, Trini taking a small step forward like she was going to say something to me.

"I'm sorry?" The pastor asked, the shock still hanging in the air like thick fog.

"I object. Or whatever." I said, speaking loud enough for him to hear me. There was a crack in my voice and the urge to throw up was apparent in the back of my throat. What was the plan here, Kim? I asked myself. Everyone in the entire building was looking at me now. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders and set my gaze on Tommy and Tommy alone. "You shouldn't marry Kat because I'm still in love with you."

I've never been to war. I've never been near anything like an explosive. I've heard my fair share of explosions from my time on the rangers but never anything that was meant to explode. What happened next could only be described as to what I imagined that a grenade blasting would sound like. Again, gasps sounded off but were followed by not too quiet murmurs. Both sets of parents were on their feet now, including Aisha's. Her mother tried to grab my hand and pull me back into the pew but I dodged her grasp. During this time, Kat took it upon herself to step down from the altar and make her way towards me. When she reached me, she pulled her hand back and slapped me as hard as she possibly could across the face. That's when Hell broke loose. Tommy appeared next to her, followed by Trini who looked ready to rumble the bride herself.

I didn't need Trini though. I returned the slap, connecting to the pretty blonde's cheek in record time. Her head seemed to spin when I made contact. The smack noise was very loud, echoing around us. She let out a screeching noise then, tossing her pink rose bouquet to the ground. Tommy grabbed her arms, holding her back. Trini came around him, grabbing my arm and leading me away from the chaos.

"What the hell was that?" She asked as we left the ceremony area and went through the reception.

"I don't know but it felt good. I think." I replied. As we neared the back of the building, I felt someone grab the back of my hair and pull me back. I stumbled a bit, catching my footing before I fell on my ass. I saw the flash of the white dress and knew it was Kat. I managed to slip out of her grip and shoved the bitch as hard as I could. Tommy and Jason were running into the room, trying to break us up. She reached out and grabbed the strap of my dress, ripping it. We both collided with the dessert table, the china clinking from the impact. She tried to swing at me again but I ducked, heading around the table. I searched for something to use as a weapon and my eyes landed on the cake. Gripping the cardboard base underneath it, I used all of my strength to lift it up off the table. It started to break apart as I did, a large piece falling onto my dress. It made it uneven, the cake doing a header towards Kat and Tommy, who was trying to detain her. The cake seemed to explode all over the both of them, the white and pink frosting smearing all over her white dress and his tux jacket.

"My dress!" She screamed. I gasped, taking a step back and covering my mouth. Cake was all over her. Besides her dress, she had it in her hair, up both arms and all over her face and chest. Tommy looked down at himself, then her before turning his sights on me.

"Tommy, I-." I started, looking up at him. He shook his head, stepping towards me and grabbing my arm.

"Get out." He said.

"Please don't do this. Don't tell me it was all for nothing. That I didn't spend the decade of my life being in love with a lie. Please. I'm begging you. Don't do this to me." I pleaded as he started pulling me towards the door. "I tried to tell you sooner."

"You knew I was going to marry her, Kim. I told you that months ago." He said, stopping by the door. "Do you know how long I've waited for you? How long I've waited to be good enough for you? Nothing I seemed to do was good enough for you no matter what I did, what I changed about myself and what I said. How do you expect me to keep living like this when I picture you with him every day?"

"My panic attacks and anxiety are-." He shook his head again, cutting my off.

"I don't care how sad you are. You can't blame me for your depression." He seethed. He shoved the door open and let go of me. "Now go before I end up hating you even more than I do right now."

I'm tryin', but then I close my eyes
And then I'm right back, lost in that last goodbye
And what if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do?
What if I never get over you?
What if I gave you (what if I gave you) everything I got?
What if your love was my one and only shot?
What if I end up with nothing to compare it to
What if I never get over? Oh, if I never get over
What if I never get over you?

Present...

"What?" Tommy asked. I nodded, wiping my tears away.

"There was no one else. Unless you count crippling anxiety." I sighed, wrapping my arms around myself. "I had a panic attack that led to my suspicions about you and Kat. You were so busy with the team that I always assumed you were with her. The letter came from drunk fueled anxiety. I tried to stop it the next morning but it was too late. And when I called to tell you that I didn't mean it, you had spent the night at Kat's or something. All I knew was that you weren't there and it gave me this feeling of needing to let you go. I didn't want to but I couldn't keep feeling like that anymore. And I could keep making you reassure me each time we talked. It would have gotten to the point where you hated me. Figured I might as well rip the band-aid off of that before it was to the point of no return. So, no. There was no one else."

"What the fuck." He muttered. "All this time, I always thought that you didn't care about me at all. That you were off in Florida with some guy who was so much better than me. You let something so trivial get between the best thing that ever happened to us?"

"Trivial?" I asked. "How was that trivial? I thought something was going on with you and Kat. It's not that far fetched since you fucking MARRIED HER TODAY." I shouted. "You know how you felt when you thought I was with another guy? Imagine that times ten as I came here today. As I sat, thinking about this day for the last six months. If you can't see the comparisons between the two, you might need to rethink your judgement."

"Fine. If you felt like that for so long, why didn't you tell me before? We've spoken countless times since I told you about the wedding. Any of those times would have been better than today, Kim. Literally, any day. Why wait?"

"Well, I didn't want to ruin your wedding." I bit my lip, looking up at him. He stared at me for a long moment before letting out a loud laugh. It caught me off guard for a second before I felt a smile cross my lips. I leaned against the guard rail behind me and he did the same.

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think you ruined it that much. The cake didn't taste that good either." He said, gazing up at the sky.

"The frosting was tasty. At least the bit I scrubbed off me was." I replied. "So...why are you here?"

"Figured it was the right thing to do. I mean what else does a guy do after he calls off his wedding besides go looking for his ex-girlfriend that caused a scene during it." I shifted, turning to face him better.

"You called off the wedding?" He nodded. "Why?"

"Why did you fly three thousand miles for my wedding?" He asked. I bit my lip, glancing down at my feet.

"I thought if I did, I'd get some kind of closure." I said softly. "It's not that I wanted any of that shit to happen. I thought if I came here and told you, I could start to heal. Maybe even move on. For a long time, Tommy, I was convinced that you were my one and only shot at love. The one shot that I blew over something so stupid. Some days, I still feel that way. What if we were supposed to be together and I ruined fate or destiny or whatever? What if I spend the rest of my life trying to find something to compare it to and come up short every time? I'm terrified that I'll never be able to…" I trailed off, looking up at the star filled sky.

"Never be able to what?" He asked.

"Get over you." I whispered, feeling the tears again as I glanced at him over his shoulder. I was suddenly 16, sitting in the park with him. We were young and carefree and in love. There was no worry about leaving. No worry about breaking up. No worry about being alone for the rest of my life. All there was was just him and me.

"What if you're not supposed to get over me?" He asked, standing. He held his hand out to me and I stared at it for a moment before taking it. He pulled me to my feet, taking both of my hands in his. They were warm and slightly calloused from working with his hands. "What if I was never able to get over you as well? And that's what brought me here instead of marrying Kat?"

"Tommy." I whispered as he pulled me closer to him.

"I don't want you to get over me, Kimberly, because I'm not over you." Leaning in, he pressed his lips to mine. He cupped my face in his hands as we kissed, all of the raw emotions in my heart pouring out of my eyes in tears. When he pulled away, he kissed my forehead and pulled me in for a tight hug.

"Alright." I said, looking up at him. "I guess I can hold off for a little while."

What if I never get over you?
Oh, what if I never get over?
Over you

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