It was cold out, that was the first thing Courtney thought when she stepped out the door that day. Her red sweater wrapped tightly around her to ward off the November chill. She hated winter. It was the only time she felt truly lost, out of sorts. Everything died and the trees looked like bare skeletons that rattled in the wind. It made her think of Press and that was something she didn't want to do. It was something she didn't have a right to do. She'd hardly known him, not enough to be reminded of him like this. Not enough to morn him like Mark told her he should be, but still she thought of him. Thought of him as that smiling, serious man who had come to take Bobby away from them.
Courtney had always found it funny how when left to their own devices your feet would take you to the most strangest of places. And she found it especially cold and unbearable standing in the lot where Bobby's house should have been. All that was left was dirt, just like the day before and the day before that, and the day before that, and longer. Empty, it almost seemed like it had always been that way. Like this lot had always been there, like she walked past it every day coming to and from school. But the thing was it wasn't, it could never be like that for her even if she wished it. Not that she ever would, something's could just never be forgotten and others should never be forgotten. Hers was probably a little of both.
Sometimes, just sometimes she wished it had ended differently. Wished she had been able to fight for him. It really hadn't been fair that she hadn't been given a chance. But then she wasn't sure what she could have done. Even before he had said something she'd seen it in his eyes. Maybe she could have ignored it, kept on like she hadn't noticed his light dimming some every time they touched. After all he had left her alone for so long she'd earned that precious time with him. And then the part of her that still felt something other then the frost had made her let him go. Courtney had said goodbye to her first and only true love. Strange how fate turns out to be full of so much promise and then dashed so cruelly and utterly by destiny. It was cold out, that was Courtney's last thought before she left the lot where Bobby Pendragon's house used to be, it was cold out but it would get warmer.
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A one-shot in Courtney's point of view.