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Corey

"I respect no one, I serve no one, and I help no one."

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a character in “The Outcasters; Second Generation”, as played by RawkFist

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Age:
Nineteen.

Gender:

Male.

Face claim:
Brant Daugherty.

Sexuality:
Bisexual.


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Species:
Bionic human.

Abilities:
High tolerance for pain, self-healing.
Enhanced senses.
Enhanced physical attributes.
Telekinesis.

Occupation:
Assassin.


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Relationships:
None as of yet.

Family:
None that he's ever actually had the chance to meet, as far as he's concerned he has no family.


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Personality:
(To be added.)

Appearance
(To be added.)

So begins...

Corey's Story

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Character Portrait: Slade Character Portrait: Symone 'Sym' Davenport Character Portrait: Dahvie Iris Character Portrait: Tanya Little Character Portrait: Erieda Davenport Character Portrait: Alexander Davenport Character Portrait: Corey
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Dahvie walked towards the bed that Symone lay in, and he sat down on the spot she'd gestured for him to. He went quiet for a moment, unsure really of what to say to her. He was glad she was back, but still he felt this odd sadness corrupting his every thought. The last memory he had of her before she'd died was her lying on the floor, pale and covered in blood. And then the next memory was of when she was being lowered into the ground in a casket. He found himself quickly forgetting the better times, and his mind was focussing more on the darker ones.

If he had not have been sat down at that moment he would've gone weak in the knees and tumbled to the ground, thank goodness he'd had time to sit beforehand. His hands were trembling but he hadn't a clue why. In one jerky movement his hand shot to hers and his fingers curled around it.

"Welcome home, I suppose," he said, attempting to keep his voice and body as steady as possible so that he didn't alarm her in any way.




Slade exited the hotel, and at first he was a little shocked. There stood Corey, glaring back at him with cold eyes. He was hidden within the shadows and his power had been dulled by his doing, and so to anyone else he didn't even exist, but Slade knew. He could see him clear as day. They exchanged brief glances, before Slade turned to Tanya and closed the distance between them. He hadn't even acknowledged his mother and father by that point.

"Tanya," he said. "We should probably go back to your house. Symone is well, and she's currently resting with Dahvie. You will have your time to see her in the morning, if she should agree to actually speak with you." He didn't mean to dampen her spirits but his words were true. As far as he was concerned Symone was still pissed that she'd attempted something with Dahvie.

Slade held his arm out to hook it around hers. "When you're ready," he said.




Alex nodded at Erieda's words. He understood then what that he should tell her before anyone else had the chance to. He pulled away from Erieda to see Slade glaring in to the shadows, and that had peaked his curiosity. "Sl-" he hadn't the time to finish that because Slade had already gone off to talk to Tanya. He squinted, but shrugged the whole thing off. "I should probably go talk to Symone then," he said, but again he squinted at Slade.

'Resting with Dahvie.' He didn't like the sound of that, but then again he was in no place to go and interupt. Symone was scared to death of him and he had no doubt in his mind that Dahvie would attack on sight. He wasn't in the mood for a fight. "Well," he sighed. "Maybe in the morning."

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Dahvie sighed as Erieda tried to check his temperature, he would've lifted a hand to bat hers away but he wasn't able to. "They are in the kitchen in a drawer, are you alright, Dahvie?" she asked, and he shrugged in response. "I think so," he mumbled. "Here, why don't you sit?" Dahvie willingly walked over to the couch, gripping on to Erieda's shoulder so that he didn't fall to the floor at any point. "You look a little weak."

Dahvie sat himself down on the couch and his fingers curled into his palms. His face by this point was bright red and glossy with sweat. "Honestly, I'm fine," he said. "I think I might have the flu or something." He lifted a hand to his throat, it burned a little but he thought nothing of it for the time being. "You needn't concern yourself with me, Erieda." He attempted to stand himself up again, he was becoming tired of being the weakling, but much like before his knees trembled and he sat back down.

He dropped his face into his palms and his elbows rested on his knees. "'The fuck is happening to me?" he growled. It was then that Corey stepped through the door and instantly Dahvie knew why he'd felt so weak. He shot up a little to fast and became light headed, but shoved that feeling away as he glared coldly.

"You're not supposed to be here," he spat.

Corey nodded. "I'm looking for Sl-" he was cut off.

"Slade doesn't want to see you, especially not after what you did."

"Look, I didn't mean to hurt him. I just-"

"Save it," Dahvie spat, and in that split second Corey was gone. "Bastard," he muttered as he returned to his seat on the couch. His gaze travelled up to Erieda. "Old friend," he explained.

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Corey had kept his eyes glued to Symone from the moment she'd walked through the door. A small smirk formed on his lips and he turned towards the bartender. "I know what you're thinking, Corey," the bartender spoke, frowing some. "I think you know me a little too well, Joey," Corey replied with a large grin. Joey shook his head. "Not really. I'm telepathic, remember?" Corey nodded. "Yeah, forgot for a second."

Not even a few seconds had passed before he noticed that Symone was just a few seats down from him. Joey had walked off to serve her by that point. As soon as her drinks had been given to her, Joey turned back to Corey and shrugged. He could only smirk in response.

"Keep 'em coming."

Corey waved Joey away, before he scooted closer to her. "Some people find that really attractive, you know," he said with a smirk. "A woman that knocks back alcohol like that must have some sort of dark past, or so I've heard." He grabbed his own glass and took a sip, his eyes not leaving her for even a second.

"The name's Corey," he introduced himself. "And your name is?"

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Symone's eyes rolled over to the fellow that spoke to her. Under normal circumstances, she would have blew him off but for some reason, when she looked at him, she wanted him in an instant. She's never felt that way before, about anyone. Not even Dah..
She couldn't think about him. Not now, Not when he'd broke up with her for no apparent reason. She thought about texting him but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't want to face the rejection of him not returning her text.


"The name's Corey," he introduced himself. "And your name is?"
He said and she took another drink. “ Symone.” She said, she could feel a slight buzz but it wasn't as drunk as she wanted to be at this point. She wanted to be so drink she couldn't see straight. She turned her head to him, rested her head on her hand. She didn't want to think anymore, Not about her Father, Her mother, her scar, her death , Her Dah... She looked at Corey. She had an powerful attraction to him, She didn't bother to hinder her Fae nature. She was alone now. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. “You wanna get out of here?” She asked him. Was this a bad idea, probably but again, she didn't care about anything anymore but trying to get rid of all of this grief, Getting drunk would take to long.

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Corey watched her sip her drink with a small smile. “Symone," she said. A small chuckle left his lips and he raked his hands through his hair. "Nice," he commented. He could honestly say that he'd never met a Symone as attractive as this one before, and he had met many attractive women in his lifetime. This one could blow them all away with even the smallest of gestures. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Joey trying to grab his attention.

'That girl has baggage, Corey,' Joey said specifically into Corey's mind.

With a sigh, Corey turned to his alcohol. Usually he trusted Joey's words, but this time he was a bit unsure. He really wanted to chase this girl, but Joey thought it would be bad for him. “You wanna get out of here?” she asked. That was enough to give him a bit of a shove in his decision. He arched his brows briefly, before he knocked back the rest of his drink and stood up, taking her hand in his.

"I'd love to," he said with a smirk as he stepped closer. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, the kiss deep but brief. He figured he'd need something to hook her in, to make sure she was actually planning on going home with him and that she didn't change her mind halfway there.

"Your place or mine?"

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Symone watched as the bartender and Corey exchanged glances. If she were sober and actually gave a shit about her wel being, she would have saw that as a sign to get the hell out of there. She felt herself pulled into a kiss. It was enough to send her over the egde, she was already teetering.

"Your place or mine," He said after pulling away. The look in Symone's eyes were dark, she embraced her Fae yearning on this one. She couldn't help it, she wanted him bad. At this point, she didn't care where. If he weren't careful, it'd be right here, and now. She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out of the bar, not paying for the 4 bottles of -forget me- drinks she had. Did she care?

Nope.

Her senses on fire, she pulled him into the alley behind the bar. She forced him against the wall,pressing her lips against his, trying desperately to forget everything. That's all she wanted now.

To Forget it all.

For a brief moment, something that resembled rational thought crossed her mind. "Where's your place?" She said breathless and hungry for more. It better be close, lest he may not make it.



Erieda sat against the wall of her empty hallway.
"...Done with this family..."

That echoed in her mind as she dropped her head on her knees. She felt a tugging on her mind. Something was here. In her forest. Quickly, she disappeared and reappeared in the forest by her Lifetree. Instantly a large group of Fae in human glamour stood before her. "Of all the..." Erieda rose her head as Celestia stepped forward. Erieda could have snapped her neck at that moment. "What is this?" she said. "They came to pledge loyality to their Queen." She said and smiled. The poor Fae had no idea that Erieda was but a breath away from losing it. "All Hail, The Seelie Queen, Ruthless as she is Beautiful, Queen Erieda, The Invincible." Celestia boasted and the Fae all bowed at once. "All hail, Queen Erieda." They all chanted. Erieda's breathing picked up. Sound seemed to bounce around her head. "No..." She whispered inaubliy. She felt dizzy, her body heated up and her breath left her and she fell unconscious. A large sphinx like creature appeared behind her, and caught her before she hit the floor. Celestia frowned as the Sphink looked at her. "She needs rest, she did defeat the Demon King. This will take time." She told the crowd. Celestia nodded for the sphinx to follow. She found the room to which Erieda shared with her husband. the Sphinx lay her on the bed and Celestia examined her face. "Mako, Find me a water Nymph." She said and the Sphinx nodded and disappeared.

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Corey chuckled lightly as he felt himself being pulled out of the bar by Symone. Just before he left completely he waved a goodbye in Joey's direction, his grin widening. Joey shook his head and returned his attention to the customers that had been demanding his attention.

They walked around to an alley behind the building and suddenly he was pinned against the wall. As soon as that happened, he knew this girl was far from mortal. She had too much strength. Their lips met and Corey growled against hers, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist. He felt her pull away and his eyelids shot open so that he could get a good look of her expression. At first he thought she'd decided against sex, but her eyes said differently.

"Where's your place?" she breathed. He shook his head with a small smirk. "Oh, I don't actually have one. I was just being polite," he replied as he held her closer. "But, there's a small hotel not too far from here. I could rent us a room for the night," he whispered into her ear. "Just you and me."

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"Oh, I don't actually have one. I was just being polite,"Corey said, pulling Sym closer. "But, there's a small hotel not too far from here. I could rent us a room for the night," Symone looked at him, her breathing quick, her eyes half lidden, at this point she didn't care where. "Just you and me." he said and his voice sent shivers down her body. She didn't know this man from a can of paint, but her body was reacting in a way she didn't understand. Why was she so powerfully attracted to this guy she didn't even know. He hadn't even had time to flirt with her. “Then let's go.” She said before grabbing his collar and pulling him into a deep kiss.

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Corey's eyes gazed deeply into Symone's. There was something so familiar about those eyes, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was exactly. He just knew that he'd seen them somewhere before, or atleast a pair that were extremely similar.

“Then let's go," Symone said, causing Corey to snap from his daydreams. He felt himself being pulled by the collar and soon after his lips were moving with hers. He could honestly say that he was madly attracted to Symone, and everything about her. The way she held him, kissed him, the way she talked to him. Nearly everything she did made him want her in bed even more. He knew he'd never be fully satisfied until he got what he wanted from her, even if only for one night.

As much as he didn't want to, Corey pulled his head back a little to break from the kiss. "There's no need to grab a taxi. The motel is literally just down the road." He took her hand in his and began to walk down the streets of Parkwood, hoping to God that Slade wasn't randomly walking down the street and spotted him with a woman. Although he wasn't with Slade anymore, he still felt a bit guilty every time he had sex with someone. He'd broken Slade's heart in the past and no words could describe how sorry he was for that.

Then the realisation hit him like a brick. His gaze shot to Symone's face, and in his mind he made up a mental picture of Slade. Next to each other they were nearly identical, only a different gender. This was Slade's twin. If he hadn't felt such a strong attraction to her and a strange need to be in her company, he would've called it off, but he wanted Symone, and nothing would stop him from getting what he desired most.

The approached the motel and inside he let go of Symone's hand and walked up to a woman sat behind a desk. He was unfamiliar with the process of booking a room, as he'd never actually had to in the past. Usually he would just stay with the girl and the following morning he would return to the den, but Symone had made it clear that she didn't plan on taking him to her home any time soon.

"I'd like to book a room for the night," he said simply. The lady nodded. "For one night, it'll cost you fifty," she replied, her dull tone almost causing Corey to growl. He hated the type of people that acted like they didn't give a damn about a thing. Corey took out his wallet and practically threw the money in the woman's direction, before she handed him the key to the room and he took Symone's hand once more, leading her up the stairs.

The room they'd entered wasn't anything fancy, but it would do for the night. They were probably just going to rough it up anyway. He closed the door behind them and turned the lock, before he twirled around to face Symone. He was on her in that second, pinning her to the floor as he tugged off her shirt.

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The entire walk seemed to take for ever and she was about a second away from tearing the receptionist head clean off her body.
Once in the room, Corey was on her in a blink. He was strong. Too strong. She some how knew she didn't have to hold back. She had to some with Dahvie, he was strong but still human...or something closely related. Sym had a wealth of strength she wasn't sure to whom she'd inherited from. It didn't matter now. Corey had her pinned to the floor and he tore off her shirt. She returned the favor, pulling it up over his head, her nails slightly dragging across his skin as she did so. She pressed her lips against his, wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him to her. She knew this was wrong. She wanted Dahvie but she couldn't have him. He didn't want her anymore. He thought she was reckless and you know what. He was right.

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Corey could almost feel Symone getting much rougher with him after he'd used a bit of his strength to pin her to the ground. It was like they were both realising each other's strengths, and using it to increase their sexual pleasure. He smirked some as he felt his shirt being pulled off, and a low growl broke through his lips as he felt her nails dragging against his skin. For a mortal, that would've been extremely painful, but it only made Corey want her much more than he had done previously, if that were at all possible.

In that second, their lips had touched again and he could feel her arch into him. His hands trailed up her arms and pinned her hands down just above her head. He broke from the kiss to trail gentle but passionate kisses down the length of her body. His fingers felt the button on her jeans and he popped them open, before he yanked them off and threw them to one side.

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After it all, Corey wandered around the room in search of his boxers, but for some reason he wasn't able to find them. He figured that either he or Symone must have discarded them at some point, but he hadn't a clue where they'd been thrown. His gaze shifted to Symone, whom he had thrown down on the bed in their tumble across the room. He smirked at her, before he made his way towards the bathroom.

"Feel free to join me," he chirped as he turned on the shower water and stuck his hand underneath it to check the temperature. When he thought it was decent enough to hop in, he did, sighing in content at the warmth of the water against his skin. He ran his hands through his hair to pull it from falling infront of his eyes.





Slade leaned into Tanya and buried his face in her neck with an almost inaudible sigh. "Do you want to check on your sister?" she asked. He pulled away from her as he thought the question over. "Never mind," she added. He shook his head. "No, I should," he said with a small sniffle from the crying. "From the feel of it, she's-" he wasn't able to finish that sentence, as a wave of pleasure shivered through his entire body. He frowned some as he turned to Tanya.

He wanted her, but he knew that this was probably just another of Sym's many feelings. She and Dahvie must have been at it again. Soon enough it was over, and Slade nodded as he finally thought it was safe enough to stand up and walk towards the door. "Do you want to come with me?" he asked. "I'm just going to end up worrying about you if I leave you here again, so I'd feel a whole lot better if you came along."

"I'll even carry you there," he said with a cheeky smirk.

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Symone lay on the bed, stark naked, her leg crossed over the other, rocking slightly. She had no idea how she got on the bed but whatever. She just sat there, not expression on her face. He was actually pretty good, it wasn't who she wanted but it was enough and she didn't have to hold back. That was a bit of a plus.

Now she was stuck thinking. It helped for a time, sleeping with....Corey. She's almost forgotten his name, it helped, she forgot about everything for that moment but the moment was over and now she was just depressed. She still didn't understand why he was so mad at her, sure she was reckless but still it wasn't that bad.
Her eyes found Corey as he smirked at her and walked away. It was crazy just how attracted to him she was. It was enough that she could drown all her sorrow into him. She just wanted it all to go away. It didn't heal anything, her heart was broken no amount of loveless sex was gonna change that, all is did was numb the pain. She should be real glad Andres wasn't around. She didn't know what she'd do.

“Feel free to join me.” He said and disappeared into the bathroom. She smirked. She thought about it for a moment. She could go for round two, three and four at this point. She didn't want to be left alone to think. She climbed out of the bed and was about to make her way toward the bathroom when her phone caught her eye. She looked at it. She sighed. Just text him once...just once. If he doesn't answer, it's really over. She told herself and her heart raced as she grabbed her phone.

[To Dahvie]
[You probably hate me right now but, we need to talk.]

She would have to explain this whole Corey thing but maybe if she could just talk to him, then maybe...just maybe they could move all of this. She loved him so much. It was then that moisture hit the screen of her phone and she found that it had originated from her eyes. She never felt pain like this before. Ever. She only vaguely remembers dying and this felt a lot like that.

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Celestia looked up as the Prince entered the room. She sighed. “ My Lord, The Queen has fallen into a deep sleep, I believe the presence of the Fae and the stress of being Queen was much too much for her.” She told him, she was still royal in her own right but she would still show them the respect that came with being royal blood. She also had no way of knowing the full cause of Erieda's overwhelming stress. This was all she knew. “Perhaps Alex and the Princess should be alerted as well.” She asked him in a roundabout way.



Sym felt her phone ring and her body tensed. She looked down at her phone and nearly fainted when she saw that it was Dahvie. She opened his text and frowned


[To Symone;]
[hem]

Then there was another,

[To Symone;]
[help me]

Symone''s heart sunk into her stomach. Here she was fucking around when Dahvie is hurt somewhere. Needing her help. She busily looked around for her clothes, which seemed to have found their way all over the bloody room.

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Slade looked down at his mother as Celestia began to speak. "My Lord," she started, and if he hadn't have been so concerned for the health of his mother he probably would've cracked a joke about his new nickname. "The Queen has fallen into a deep sleep, I believe the presence of the Fae and the stress of being Queen was much too much for her." He nodded at Celestia's words. "I understand," he said as he brushed his fingers through the tips of his mother's hair. She looked so peaceful, and yet it pained him to know that her last moments before she passed out were ones of stress and worry. He should never have left the hotel in the first place.

"Perhaps Alex and the Princess should be alerted as well," Celestia added. Slade's head snapped in her direction and with a low growl his eyes narrowed into dangerously thin slits. He had that certain look that said 'you have got to be kidding me right now,' much like his mother would usually have when either he, Alex or Symone would do something that she saw to be stupid, which was quite often, believe it or not. "Knowing my father, he's probably the main reason why she's like this," he spat, gesturing to his unconscious mother.

He shifted his gaze to Erieda's face and his harsh expression turned into a sad frown. "I can contact Symone but Alex will have to come back of his own accord. I will have nothing to do with that man so long as he continued to screw up this family and everyone in it." He made his way towards the door, but not before he picked Tanya up again. He turned only his head in Celestia's direction. "Please, take care of her."

And in that second he was gone.

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Slade hadn't really appeared too far from the hotel actually. He knew that it probably wasn't helping Tanya's health for him to be constantly zipping about without a word of warning. It had to make you dizzy after a while, right? That's what he thought at least. "Sometimes I think about how easy life would be if I had been born into a family of humans. Granted, we probably wouldn't be as close because it's near impossible for a human and a vampire to form a relationship, but you can understand what I mean."

It didn't take him long to reach the motel where he'd sensed his sister. He stopped infront of the door to the room she was in and he took a breath to prepare himself for whatever he and Tanya might end up seeing. He reached over and twisted the handle, and opened the door to see that Symone was up and dressed. "Hey, baby sister," he said with a grin.

And that's when it happened, when Corey stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his lower body. Slade's skin went cold and his breath even more so because you could see the mist that surrounded his mouth every time he exhaled. "You," Slade muttered as gripped tighter to Tanya. He didn't want to let her go for fear that he might just snap. "You fucked my sister."

"Slade, I," he couldn't even think of an excuse.

He felt tears sting his eyes and moisten his cheeks. His glare shifted to Symone.

"Get out, Corey," Slade said through clenched teeth.

"Slade,"

"I said get the fuck out!" he practically screamed in Corey's direction. Without so much as a word of protest, Corey collected his clothes and brushed past Slade in the doorway. He set Tanya down on the ground as his glare fixed itself on Symone, the tears now practically pouring out of his eyes.

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Erieda was asleep. Things were getting out of hand and Symone was not in the hotel. Slade picked up her up again once more and they dashed out of the hotel. Tanya was starting to get dizzy and she couldn’t think straight. It was weird for someone else to be running with her instead of her actually running. Finally they reached the motel that Symone was supposed to be in. Up in the room the door opened up. Symone was up and dressed.

Then someone else emerged from the bathroom. Tanya raised an eyebrow at him and then at Sym. Where is Dahvie? As soon as Slade laid eyes on the guy, he tightened his grip on her. On a normal basis that wouldn’t have hurt, but she was already in pain. She cringed bit trying to shift in her boyfriend’s arms. Slade kicked the guy out and the anger in his voice scared Tanya. When he set her down she looked down at the ground. She did not like seeing Slade angry.

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"Hey, baby sister," Symone looked up to see Slade had walked in with Tanya in his arms. She felt a relief wash over her. She smiled back at him.

Then Suddenly, Corey walked out of the bathroom, covered in a towel. "Great, How am I gonna explain this?"
She sighed heavily. He and Dahvie were best friends but surely he'd feel some kind of way about him breaking her heart into tiny bits.
"You," He growled, his entire posture switched, Sym felt a sudden crash of anger "You fucked my sister."

"Slade, I," Corey muttered. Sym looked between the two boys. They knew each other? Why didn't she know him, She knew all of Slade's friends, what is this?

He looked over at her, she could felt sadness mixed in with the anger.

"Get out, Corey," Slade said through clenched teeth.

"Slade,"

"I said get the fuck out!" He ordered and Symone flinched. She was so confused. Slade was hurt. Much like she was with Dahvie. Her chest constricted to the point that she clutched her chest. She choked out a cough. He looked at her, tears pouring from her eyes. She didn't understand. Why was he so hurt? Who was Corey? For real. She didn't understand. "Simon..."She said, hardly able to breath.