A/N: You may want to listen to the song For Blue Skies by Strays Dont Sleep at least for the letter part.
To someone on the outside the women standing at the corner would appear normal. But the women standing at the corner in front of the mailbox with a crinkled letter in her hand, has a reason to be standing there. Shes stood there many winter days before the same letter held tightly in her hand, staring at the mailbox until someone has the courage to ask if she's ok.
She isn't ok and hasn't been in the year that has past. She's has story of love and happiness, and she has a story betrayal and heartbreak, shes living it now.
She had never intended on writing the letter, but at the sight of the first snow fall she knew it was something that was necessary. She wasn't sure if it was a last attempt to hold what love she wanted to believe was still there, or if it was mean't as closure. She doesn't expect any response back, some part of her knows the letter is in false hope.
So standing there a week after she first say the snow fall, she continues to hold the letter in her hand. Uncertainty tugs at her just as in the days before her. The letter itself tells of every emotion that has been bottled up since her best friend, her lover, and worst enemy had left. She can tell you every word written on the white piece of paper, she could tell you that fear and betrayal sits with every one of loopy letters on the page. If you look close enough you would see the love that is hidden under it all.
She's shaking now, maybe its from the hard down pore of snow or maybe its the uncertainty. She's getting farther this time then she has any other day, this time she reaches for the handle of the box that already holds other memories. She wonders if their stories are as twisted as hers.
The door pounds against the box once she lets go. Her shoulder sink in defeat unnoticeable to the outside world, her actions hidden in the long coat wrapped around her body. She looks away from blue box and towards the city street, now blanketed in snow. The city itself is covered in snow, she doesn't mind though its welcomed change.
Sighing she looks back at postal box and wonders if she should walk away and throw the letter in trash. She knows she can't, this letter is something that holds the weight of her world, and she can't walk away from it even if she wanted to.
She stands there for more time thinking about the person the letter is written for. She wonders if the letter will reach her, and if does will it be read as many times as it has here.
The words written on the sheet of secrets echos in her mind as she reaches again for the handle.
Dear Mitchie,
Its been a long year since you left, since we last spoke. Are you as surprised as I am? That I'm writing you. I hear your famous now, just like you always wanted right? Is everything you lost worth everything you gained?
I watched the snow fall a few days ago and I thought of you. It isn't the first time that I've thought of you since you left but I never thought of writing you until I saw the snow. Remember the winters in the park? The snow angels and cuddling under the trees, I understand if you dont. You've forgotten alot of things.
I never believed you, I wanted to so bad but I couldn't. Not after you changed, it was hard to believe anything anymore. What did I miss between then and now?
Do you get homesick? I know your far from here now, Hollywood right? How is it? Is it as great as New York? I never left, I think some part of me wants to believe that you would have come back by now. Saying your sorry and that it was the biggest mistake of your life. Part of me knew it was never going to happen. It was right along. I was right all along.
You left alot as you got on the plane last year. Have you thought about it all? Everything you left, the people you left. I was one of them, but I guess you left me long before the plane ride.
Even through everything you should know that I watch you show. I wonder if your smile is real. I listen to your music too, your still amazing, but what do I know. You were the the one that said I should leave the talent to the people who have it.
I was looking through the album you made me, just before you changed. Before Hollywood and your new life became more important. I still look at the pictures, holding on to the past I guess. You've always been hard to let go. Was I hard to let go of? I don't think so. My favorite is the one of last christmas when we cuddling on the car ride to the cabin, you were sleeping on my shoulder, you looked innocent. I know your not anymore.
Are you still living the Hollywood life or have you changed again? I know you said it was your life and not mine but I still care, even if your thousands of miles away now. I'll never get use to you being away, or you not needing me as much as I need you. Do you still need me?
I forgive you, I was never mean't to stay mad at you. The words, the hatred you showed that day it means nothing and so much at the same time. We may never be what we were before, but please never doubt that I forgive you.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I never left even after you told me you didn't need nor want me anymore. I'm still here in the same city and if look close enough you would find me here where you left me, hoping for blue skies.
She couldn't find the strength to put her name at the end of the letter. Something about putting her name there would have some how ruined it.
Pulling the handle she grips the letter alittle tighter before letting go, watching as it slides landing silently with the rest of the letters. She walks away from the postal box on the corner of Waverly Place, she walks away with no intend of having her letter returned.
To someone on the outside she would appear to be someone simply mailing a letter, but they don't realize that she's mailing a part of her broken heart with the letter.
A/N: Thought of this while listening to the song For Blue skies. This will be the only chapter that really has to do with the song. But I love the song so if you haven't listened you should. I bet your thinking what the hell she's starting another story?! Am I right? So if you guys hate it or dont review then I'll take it down or change it to a one shot. Let me know if I should continue please. Thank you for reading.