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Summary: Topanga decided to go to Yale instead of Pennbrook. Now 10 years later, Topanga isn't sure whether she made the right decision.

Author's Note: Ok well I'm back! Since both Consequences and Fighting For Your Heart are ending, I figured I should probably start a new story! This is a Cory&Topanga fic! Hope you guys like it! Don't really know what's going to happen yet, I just thought it would be a good story line!

Chapter 1~ What If?

Topanga walked into her apartment. It was quiet, it always was. The only sound was the rain tapping on the windows. Ever since she got her job at the law firm, she was never really in her apartment. It was always clean, and she spent little time in it. She was always tired and never had time to just relax and hang out with her friends, not that she had many. Not that she was considered 'un-cool'; she just was so focused on her work that she didn't have time to have a social life.

She walked into her plain bedroom. She slid off her shoes and headed into the bathroom to shower. When she was done she laid on her bed and got out her journal where she wrote daily about her court cases and the occasional date she would have. All though today her entry was a bit more personal.

April 2 2008,

Not much exciting happened today at the firm. No big cases, nothing. I dealt with a few parking violations and some other small issues, but nothing worth talking about. Sometimes I wonder why I decided to come here. I ask myself, "Am I really happy? Is this what I want?" I mean I graduated from Yale, one of the best schools in the U.S. and I work for one of the best law firms in Connecticut. I have a great apartment and am very successful. But is that happiness? I mean I have a few friends, outside of work I mean. And I haven't been on a date in probably 5 months. I wouldn't really call that happiness.

It's not like I would have fun on a date anyways. Not since I received the invitation to the 10-year reunion at John Adams. Ever since I got it last week, I haven't been able to get my mind off him. Is he married? Does he have any kids? Does he have a good job? Is he still best friends with Shawn? All these things I wonder. Why can't I get him off my mind? Is this because I went to Yale? Was it wrong? I never wanted to break up; I really loved him. I thought we could maybe work something out so that we could still continue being together. But as soon as I told him I decided to go to Yale, he broke it off. I can still see it in my head.

We were at Chubbie's eating. We were talking about his decision to go to Pennbrook. Then I decided to tell him I wanted to go to Yale.

I said, "Cory, listen, I've been thinking this thing over. And I know what college I'm going to."

"Well what did you decide?" he said sounding supportive, all though I should have known he wanted me to turn down Yale by the look on his face.

"Um well I'm going to go to Yale," I said obviously nervous of his reaction. I didn't exactly receive the reaction I wanted. I mean the second I told him, his face dropped. He was so unhappy, it was written all over his face. We sat in silence for a little while eating, both too nervous to say anything.

He finally took a breath and spoke. I hoped it would be words of support and love. I got about the exact opposite, "Um well I mean it's your decision. I've made one too, since you're going to Yale, I think we should end our relationship. It's over."

I tried to convince him that we could stay together but his mind was set. I should have known better. Trying to keep a relationship going while each in a different state was just asking for trouble.

Anyways, I am so nervous about seeing him at the reunion. I mean, he was, and I'm sure still is such a sweet, caring guy, I'm sure he's settled down by now. But what if he isn't? What if we start going out again? But then how could that possibly happen? I will be there for a week; we can't recover 10 years in the course of 7 days. I always thought he was the one. I mean, there are so many 'What ifs' I think about. What if I hadn't gone to Yale? What if we would have stayed together? We would probably be married by now and have at least 3 kids.

I always imagined things like that when we were still in high school. I would see us living in an adorable brick house in the suburbs. Our kids would come home from school on the bus, right as I would get home from work. They would sit around a table and do their homework and watch TV while I made dinner. Later, Cory would come home from work and we would all sit around a table and enjoy dinner together. Then I would do some cleaning while Cory paid the bills. Around 9:30, we would tuck the kids in bed and then snuggle together in bed watching TV until we both fell asleep.

If you had told me then that this would be how I would be living now, I never would have believed you. I guess that's what I get for being more worried about my future then what my heart was telling me to do. I'm sure if I would have listened to my heart that would be our life now. The thing is people always tell me that if I was able to leave him for a college, then it wasn't really love, it was just high school love. But the thing is, at first my heart ached for him. I always considered transferring to Pennbrook just so we could be together. But then I decided to try and challenge myself and I just loved Yale. After a while, I got over Cory. I would think of him but I was able to date and for a while I had a steady boyfriend, Steve. But once I got my job at the law firm, he said my work took up too much time and I never had time for him and he broke up with me. After that, I didn't date much more. I was always concerned about work and didn't care about guys much more. I told myself if it was meant to happen it would. But it never did.

Then when I received the invitation, all my feelings for Cory came back. He was on my mind 24/7. My heart ached just to be in his presence, to be held in his strong arms, and to kiss him just because I felt like it. Now every night I come home and cry myself to sleep because when I lay in bed, he's my train of thought. I remember all the times we had and wish I could go back and change all of what had happened. But there's no use. I can't go back, and most likely I will never have my chance with him again. Well I probably should go, goodnight.

3 Topanga

Topanga got under her covers and reached for the remote to her stereo. She didn't want to cry herself to sleep tonight, so she would listen to music. She searched for a radio station that had some decent music to listen too. She found a station playing some music from 5 or 6 years ago. But it was music she liked.

"That was With You by Jessica Simpson. Next up by request we have Everytime by Britney Spears, so here you go," the radio announcer said.

'This is good, some Britney Spears, that should get my mind off him,' Topanga thought as the song started to play.

Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me?

Everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy

And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song is my sorry

Ohhhh

At night I pray
That soon your face
Will fade away

And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby

By the end of the song, Topanga was crying more than she had any night that week. She couldn't seem to get Cory off her mind. The songs that came on made her more upset, and this was obviously a sign, or maybe punishment for going to Yale. She was in love with Cory, and she was never going to get over him, no matter how hard she tried. It was her own fault too. She shouldn't have gone to Yale, she loved Cory, she shouldn't have just gotten up and left him. And now she was being punished by being miserable.

She cried and cried until she eventually fell asleep.

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Author's Note: Ok did anyone cry during that chapter? I swear I almost started crying. I actually wasn't planning on putting that song on. But I was listening to her CD ((In The Zone)) while writing this and it came on as I was writing the diary entry and I just thought it expressed what Topanga was feeling perfectly. Ok anyways, tell me what you think of this story line. And I will accept any suggestions, cause I'm not sure what's going to happen. Anyways R&R!!