A Test Of Time

(A/N: Hi everyone! I'm glad you all enjoyed reading "A New Beginning." I'm happy to say, I am here with a brand new (multi-chaptered) fic! Again, I own nothing except the plot itself. Everything else belongs to Michael Jacobs, April Kelly, and ABC Studio/Productions/Disney. Reviews, favorites, and alerts are definitely welcome! Thanks again! ~The Rising Phoenix~)

A Test of Time

Chapter #1 -

Not "Goodbye," but "I love you" were the last words he had heard from her. "I love you, and I always will," were the last words he had said privately to her. He thought about those words, and more importantly her, every day.

It had been a long, long few months without her – it felt more like an eternity.

Shawn Hunter sat back at his desk, and glanced at the picture of he and his former(?) girlfriend, Angela Moore. He wasn't sure what to call her or their relationship at this point in time. He certainly trusted her 100%, but they weren't physically together anymore…

So was it an actual breakup?

For Shawn, it sure felt like it…

After moving with his best friends Cory and Topanga to New York City, Shawn found work in the tough area of photo-journalism for a reputable and well-liked magazine. He also pursued photography on the side, and would volunteer in an after-school program promoting poetry to middle school students.

Shawn loved how happy Cory and Topanga were together, and even Eric seemed to have found some happiness (or was working on it anyway). Although he was happy for the people around him, Shawn couldn't help feeling a little lonely, too. He stopped anticipating the day when Angela would come back to him; even wondering if she even knew he had moved from Philadelphia or not.

He thought about contacting her, even tried. He remembered their promise to write to each other every day. Even though he did indeed write to her, he never heard back. He had thought she either never received contact, couldn't receive it, or couldn't write back because her father was in the military. At that point, he became very discouraged.

After gathering his things on this picturesque spring day, Shawn headed to one of his two favorite places: the archway at Washington Square Park. (His other favorite place was in the Ramble: a more secluded, woodsy area of Central Park that included walking trails).

Shawn could stay at the archway (or the Ramble for that matter) for hours on end. He never tired of the area, the architecture, or the serenity he found while there. Except, recently anyhow, he swore he kept seeing Angela. A local here, a tourist there. It seemed everywhere he looked, he saw her.

He was tempted to call out to her, but was afraid she was simply a figment of his imagination; or memory...

Shawn sighed again, as he adjusted the zoom and focus on his camera to take another photo.

(A/N: Please review! Thanks! ~TRP~)