A/N; Ok guys! Here it is. The moment you've all been begging and itching for. The sequel to: Endless Love. After so much PM's and Reviews asking for me to do the sequel, I really can't push it off any longer. Now, Endless Love was written almost two years ago now (yikes, I turned into one of those reviewers) BUT, I familiarised myself with the story last night, and I'm ready to give you guys what you've been wanting. Hope I can make it as good as you guys are hoping for. But most importantly, enjoy and review! Let's do this.

To April

I know you asked me not to write anymore, but I know it is Rebecca's birthday, and I wanted to make sure you knew I was thinking of her. I'd appreciate it if you let her know I wished her happy birthday. I really can't believe she's turning 4. There's a gift I've sent in the post too. I really miss you. I know I'm beginning to sound like a broken record. It's been three years. But… I'm always thinking of you. If it wasn't for my respect for you, in wanting me to stay away, I would have came to you the minute you left. I'm thinking of all of you. You. Harli. Rebecca. Nick. One day you'll have to let me back in, and you can never hold it against me that I left. This was you pushing me away.

Phil

AJ crumpled up the letter she'd received in the post, tossing it into the trash as she leaned against the counter in her kitchen, listening to the bumbling kettle reach it's peak, completely oblivious to it as she lost herself in her thoughts.

It wasn't out of the norm to receive a letter of the sort. In fact, she had been waiting for it. He done it every few months. For a while he sent one every week, but he had soon got the just that they were going straight from his post box, to her trash can, and began sending them just for special occasions.

It had been a whirlwind these past three years. Single mom, starting over in a different country with three children wasn't always her plan, but she went where her heart took her that fateful night that Punk believed she was sharing a bed with another man.

Her heart had turned hollow in the passing years and only bet for her children. She'd lost any hope for love in her life and turned to shutting everything and everyone out. She never wanted to turn out this way, but every day she faced the mirror and realised this was who she was. There was no disbelief anymore like there was in the beginning.

"Mommy, when is Harli and Nick home?" Her youngest daughter trailed into the kitchen, a ripe old age of three (turning four in a few days), her and Punk's only child together. She had so many features of him that she chose to forget. She knew nothing of her father and AJ had kept it that way.

"Soon, baby." AJ cupped her daughter's cheek softly, coming out of her daze, "We're picking them up from school in an hour or so." She told Rebecca who nodded, not yet in school, breezing through kindergarten comfortably, keeping AJ company at home often.

What did get her by was her children. All three of them. Harli and Nick both attended school a few miles from their home. Harli, seven years old, chose to forget about Punk and the father she had in him. Nick who was eight now, had given up on asking where his father was and why he wasn't with them. He'd only stopped asking about him in the past year. From a young boy who was inseparable from his father, he no longer gave a second thought about him, and AJ knew on some level that was wrong.

"Go in and finish the rest of your movie, sweetie." AJ told Rebecca who toddled away back into the living room, comforting herself on the couch amongst the cushions whilst AJ fixed her cup of tea.

She convinced herself every day that she was fine. That she was meant to be here, alone, being a single mother. Everything happened for a reason after-all, didn't it?

Back in Chicago, Punk was getting by in a small apartment, similar to the one he, Nick and Dean lived at for a while, before meeting AJ, the love of his life. He couldn't believe it had been three years since he seen any of the four people he loved so dearly. Sometimes, he felt like it wasn't worth living anymore. Sometimes he felt like, it wouldn't make a difference if he was here or not. He'd been to those dark places with those dark thoughts.

He got occasional visits from Dean and Renee with their three year old daughter, Hannah, who was three years old, having just been born when AJ had left with his own children. They kept him company on his weakest days, but sometimes it was just a sad reminder that his friends were happy and together, whilst he was alone, with literally nothing anymore.

It was hard to understand from anyone watching from afar, as to why he hadn't just got a plane ticket to Puerto Rico, and marched into AJ's house, demanding to see his kids. It was a wonder that he sometimes didn't know either. He could have if he wanted to. He knew where she stayed, he knew her address and the area she lived in with the kids. But he still loved her and respected her, and she just didn't want him anymore, it was so obvious. Why show up and cause her so much pain?

He worked at a garage after leaving the army. He went back overseas a few months after AJ had gone, to see if it would help or clear his mind, but he just couldn't focus, and being out there in the trenches… it wasn't a time to be on another world. For his safety and sanity, he decided to hang up the boots and army gear, and head back to the garage he used to work it.

"Hey man, did you send it?" Dean asked, walking into Punk's apartment later on one rainy, Thursday night. He'd just finished work and was swinging by to see his friend, inviting himself into the apartment without knocking (they were too close of friends to knock on doors)

"Yeah." Punk nodded, sitting on his sofa as Dean collapsed down on the chair.

"Do you think she'll like it?" Dean asked with a hopeful smile. It was hard on he and Renee's end, trying to accumulate to Punk and his way of thinking now. Dean had talked with Punk many times, and he believed that AJ was completely in the wrong. In fact, Dean had completely lost respect for AJ. It was unfair and uncalled for, to have taken Punk's own children away from him, over something so stupid. Renee on the other hand, of course had her back up for AJ, and tried to enlighten the boys a little as to how AJ would have felt back then, and how her mind was probably racing, especially when Punk was overseas just before they split.

"Does it matter?" Punk shrugged, "She isn't going to see it anyway. Doesn't even know who I am." Punk said with no emotion what so ever, looking on at the TV.

"She might. You're just assuming that AJ trashes all your letters and gifts you send for the kids. You don't know-"

"The kids probably don't shed a thought on me." Punk said, "Of course she trashes everything I send. She moved to get away from me. To get the kids away from me. What's the point in keeping my memory alive?" Punk shrugged.

"Well when are you going to get up and do something about it?" Dean asked him. He didn't understand why Punk wasn't getting a plan ticket to Puerto Rico, and demanding some answers from AJ.

"What's the point now? They're clearly getting on better without me. If she wasn't ok or she missed me, she would have came back, or contacted me." Punk said, "She told me she was taking them to Puerto Rico for a few months." He remembered, "It's three years later, I'm divorced, no kids and living in a one bedroom apartment." He said.

"She's a bitch." Dean spat with anger. He was angry with AJ, but also frustrated with Punk for not doing anything. He shouldn't have had to play to the beat of AJ's drum. AJ didn't control him or his access to his own children. It was completely ridiculous. Nick wasn't even her son!

"She isn't." Punk turned to Dean, "Don't call her that."

"I don't really know why you defend her." Dean shook his head.

"I still love her."

"Why?" Dean shook his head.

"Because I've never stopped." He said, "Never will." He silently muttered, "I wish I hated her, ok. I do. I wish I despised her and flinched when I hear her name. But I don't. I still love her, and I don't know what to do anymore." He said helplessly.

"She doesn't deserve anyone loving her." Dean shook his head, "Not after what she's done."

"She done what she thought was best." Punk replied as Dean stood up and shook his head.

"Look, I didn't come here to stay long. Me and Renee are out of town on vacation this week. We're going to her parents cabin with Hannah. You're welcomed to our house while we're gone." Dean said, throwing him an extra key for he and Renee's house.

Punk caught the key against his chest, "Thanks." He said quietly.

As his best friend, it hurt Dean to see Punk this way. It hurt him to watch Punk in such pain for the past three years. He didn't know what was holding him back from going to Puerto Rico, but he wanted him to get over, and go fight for his kids. He just looked like had given up, almost like AJ had across seas.

"We'll be back Monday. Try keep the place tidy, and no parties." Dean warned Punk, watching him force a small laugh as he left the quiet apartment and headed into the late night.

Punk sat up from his sluggish form against the sofa, placing the key to Dean's house over on the coffee table, resting his head in his hands as he sighed. He could have swore he'd had a sore head for three years. He just didn't feel like moving some days. His life was deflating each day. The aching desire for his ex wife and children was eating at him inside.

Dean's wishes for him to get up and head on over to Puerto Rico were getting closer in reach. It was becoming impossible to stay away at this point.

AJ had just finished reading Nick a story, having already tucked the girls into bed, spending equal amounts of time on them at bedtime. Sometimes she read them a story together, and other times she said goodnight to them individually.

She sat the book of monsters and animals she had been reading to Nick on his nightstand and brushed her hand through his dark hair. It hurt sometimes to look at him. He was identical to Punk, it almost left her dizzy. If there was one thing she had hated about her separation from Punk, was that she had broke such a unbelievably strong bond between his son and himself.

Nick was no longer his father's best friend, like he'd always remind him. His days now consisted of his two sisters and mother, a much more feminine and softer atmosphere than what he was used to before. If there was one thing she promised to do for Punk, was look after his son above his daughter's too. It might have been hard for the average human to understand why she had taken Nick with her, but it was simple, he was her son, he knew her as his mother, and she didn't know what she'd do without him. She loved him dearly, just like she loved her daughter's. He was just so grown up now. He wasn't that obnoxious street kid that depended on his father. AJ hadn't decided if that was a good thing or a bad thing yet.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." She pressed a kiss on his forehead, standing up from the edge of the bed, watching as he stirred around onto his side, falling into a comfortable sleep as she escaped the room silently.

And now was the hard part. Facing her own quiet, lonely bed.

Bit of a brief first chapter, but we'll get into things in the next few updates. Hope this will live up to your expectations. Leave your reviews to let me know what YOU guys think! Thanks again. -punklau