I'm back! I'm still out of ideas, but you guys deserve better. Sorry if this sucks, but hey, what few reviews I get (from the 852- yes, 852- people) who have read this story aren't exactly helpful. Ex: Come on, update? Pwz?
Honestly.
Here you go…
Corbin knocked, a little anxiously, a little… sadly. The door was opened quickly, and began to close just as it had opened.
"Wait, Skylar," Corbin pleaded, stepping up to the doorframe. "Just let me talk to Leah."
"Leah doesn't want to talk to you," Skylar said, but Corbin put his toe in the door and she grudgingly let him in.
"Lee!" she called. "Somebody's here to meet you."
There was a trampling of feet on the stairs and then Leah appeared, dressed in jeans and an oversized tee shirt. Her hair was ruggedly tangled, fanning her face. When she saw Corbin she smiled, then frowned, then scowled, eventually settling on a bitchy pout that made Corbin want to kiss her so badly he had to turn around and bite his tongue. Being near her was hard enough as it was…
Hours later, after much talking (and yelling), Leah lay on the couch, flipping through channels. Corbin was gone. How she'd done it, she wouldn't know- it was like she was possessed. Cindy was proud for breaking up with a feuding family boy, and her parents, though upset on her behalf, were clearly pleased. Sky… Sky had enough trouble trying to love Brandon. And now Leah had gone and left the most wonderful person she'd ever known.
The regret was crushing.
Oh God, she was really alone. Living on… not an option.
But it was.
And Leah and Corbin lived out their lives, Corbin marrying Nikki to the discomfort of Leah, and Leah watching Skylar and Brandon raise their family, until she met Derek.
He couldn't compare.
So they both lived and died, never thinking of the other-
At least, that's what they told themselves.
Wow, this sucks. Sorry, but I really needed this story to be done with- I'm so sick of it. Tried to make it like the books, blah blah, whatever. You guys deserve better.