A\N: Hi my Angels, welcome to my newest Willicia oneshot book called Stolen moments and memories. In this new book, Alicia relives the stolen moments and memories between her and Will.
Some might be shorter or longer than others, most of them won't be connected but a few of them will be. I'm not sure how many moments or memories it will be, I guess it's until I get some inspiration for new stories. I hope you Angels enjoy this first chapter.
She's always loved coffee, she can't remember a day where she didn't start a day off without a cup of the liquid. She drinks several cups of coffee a day, thanks to her job that includes a lot of late nights and all-nighters.
She can still remember the first time W- HE- brought her a cup of coffee at Georgetown which seems like a million years ago, it was a time where they didn't know enough about each other to used it to win court cases or little arguments thrown underneath breathes when the other person could hear it.
Laying underneath her covers with tears clinging to her lashes, she stares at the now cold cup of coffee Grace brought her before she left for school with Zach. It's been sitting on her nightstand, growing colder and colder for the last two hours. A sip hasn't been taken.
Coffee, she thinks, was our thing, as were a lot of things. She's tired all of a sudden, almost as if thinking about things is tiring.
Somewhere outside her room, her cell phone rings, shattering the silence that has been surrounding the apartment since the kids left for school. She doesn't get out of bed and answer it, she doesn't want to hear whoever is at the other end of the phone, she knows it won't be anyone from Florrick/Agos, no, Cary would have told everyone to go to him if they needed something and not to interrupt her, not while she's grieving, and her clients would be wise enough to go to Cary if they had legal trouble, Cary wouldn't call this early, not until the kids come home so they can hand her the phone and besides if he really needs her, he'd send Robyn over or come over himself under the pretence of needing help but really checking up on her. Diane is at Lockhart/- at her firm, and she'd also come here if she really needed anything, Kalinda would pick the locked door and wouldn't bother calling ahead. Peter is at work, and has been given her space to grieve as have Eli and Jackie. Now Veronica and Owen would try calling her but they'd stop if she hadn't picked up the first time. Finn Polmar, the AUSA, who was also shot, is another person who would try calling her but considering he's seen her like this, she knows he wouldn't call, he'd come over and check up on her, like he's been doing everyday but he has a key, given to him by the kids, and he only comes over to check on her when the kids get home and it's only early so she doesn't know who's calling and quite frankly she doesn't care.
She pulls the covers over her head, trying to block out the shrill sound her phone is making. For a second, she thought it was HIM until it hit her: he's dead, she and Diane, and Cary, went to his funeral a few days ago.
She lowers the covers and stares at the cup of coffee, the steam has stopped coming from it, and the cup no longer radiates warmth. It's ice cold now and she still hasn't taken a sip of it because, it's ice cold, she couldn't reach the cup from her fetal position and coffee was their thing. It was what he'd get her to get her out of bed in the morning at Georgetown. It was what he'd bring her throughout the day when she was still at his firm. It was he brought her every morning and he'd leave it on her desk as she came in so it was nice and hot in the winter months and on rainy days so she'd warm up a little bit.
She can still remember the first time he brought her a cup of coffee at Georgetown: it was the day after the pool party and classes had began, and everyone in their year was hungover, herself included. she allows herself to be transported back to Georgetown when she didn't know the boy sat in the seat next to the seat 35L she only knew as Will, who she met the night before at the L1 Pool party.
Flashback:
She feels like her head will explode at any given moment. she shouldn't have drank so much last night at the pool party, no correction, she shouldn't have drank at all.
"Hey." Says a voice from beside her. she looks and sees the boy from the pool party last night, who was doing cannonballs into the pool all night with a group of boys then came over to introduce himself, Will, Will Gardner, he said his name was, and he was in her Law classes. She remembers they spent the rest of the night talking, making conversation until he walked her back to her apartment and left her at her door with a 'see you tomorrow, Alicia.'
He's holding two takeout coffee cups in his hands and hands her one of them as he sits in the seat beside her.
"Coffee for the hungover girl." He says with a smile.
"Thank you." She says, taking a sip of the blessed coffee, her eyes widen in surprise and shock: it's her favourite coffee, but the only place that sells it is too far away for her to go get everyday. Alicia looks at Will who is sorting out his things, and as if he can feel her looking at him, he looks at her.
"Is everything okay with your coffee?" He asks, she nods.
"Yeah, it's perfect but you didn't need to go all the way over there, I would've been fine with a Starbucks coffee." She tells him, he just shrugs.
"You said last night that that coffee shop does the best coffee for hangovers, so I got it and I have to say, I agree with you." She now notices that his coffee cup is also from her coffee shop. She gives him one last smile as she turns back around to focus on the professor, taking sips of her coffee, feeling Will staring at her the whole hour.
What she didn't know, is that the next three years, coffee between her and Will would become a routine.
Alicia comes out of the memories to a quiet apartment, her phone is silent, the caller finally deciding to give up. Her eyes shift back to the coffee cup left on her nightstand by her daughter.
Coffee was their thing once upon a time.
It wasn't anymore.
Coffee is no longer their thing.
Now it's a beverage she drinks to wake herself up in the mornings after dreams, it's a beverage that gets her out of bed for a few minutes.
Coffee once held a special meaning for her.
It didn't anymore.
It never would again
A\N: The first chapter of Stolen moments and memories is complete! I hope you Angels enjoyed the first chapter. I currently have chapter 2 written out in my head, and I hope to have it up later today, I hope you have a good day, Angels.