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Chapter eighteen: A Sunny Saturday
Cory's POV:
When Eric made the announcement, my jaw dropped. But, I was still happy for him, and I did like Bernadette. I looked over at Topanga, and remembered when we'd announced our own wedding plans. How did I get myself in such a mess? I still loved Topanga, but Shelly…and our baby…
Topanga's POV:
When Cory walked to the kitchen, I followed him. He poured a glass of milk and began drinking it before he even noticed my presence. I smiled, he didn't. In fact, he seemed almost indifferent to my presence. He finished his milk, and told me to get ready. He was going to take me to breakfast. I ran up the stairs and made myself presentable, then headed to his car. Sitting on the porch was Angela, just staring into space. I wondered what had happened, but didn't stop to ask.
Cory's POV:
We drove in silence to the restaurant, and I was relived to see how empty the parking lot was. We walked in, and ordered our food. We stared at each other for a moment, and I knew that I'd have to start the conversation once again.
"So…um, how did you sleep?" I asked, sounding stupid.
"Alright," she said.
"Look, Topanga. We need to talk. This um…relationship between us. I really don't know what to do. I mean, I have a wife and child. But, on the other hand, I still care for you and…" she interrupted.
"Care about me, or love me?"
"I love you, ok? Why do you have to make this harder than it is?"
"Because I love you too! Because I got cheated out of a life with you! It's hard for me too, because I know I can't have you. Sometimes, I just want to lean over and kiss you, like when we were in high school. It hurts, so bad, knowing I can't. That I can't ruin your life anymore. Sometimes, I just want to slit my writs and end it all. Because I have nothing. Because I'll never have anything, or be anyone. My dreams, all my hopes for my life, have been destroyed, one by one,"
"Don't ever feel that way! I love you, and care about you. I'd be devastated if anything happened to you,"
"Then why do you treat like this never happened? Why do you act like you've never met me? If you love me so much, show me,"
Before I knew what was happening, I leaned across the table, and kissed her. Still, my heart hurt, knowing that this could never be.
We finished our meals in silence. She glanced at me, occasionally, with a look of pain in her eye. I felt terrible, but what could I do? I was a married man, and with a child to support. I loved my life! Why was I letting this face from the past put it all in danger?