Think back to the season two finale, where Sammy left the Rafter house. She left letters for her family, right before shutting the door. This is my take on what the letters say. It won't be an overly long story- a couple of chapters- but I'd like to get it out there before the new season airs (even though I have waaaay too many stories going at once!). Read and review, please!

Love Rhyleigh xoxox

Sammy Rafter zipped up her suitcase and, a single tear rolling down her face, picked up the stack of envelopes that were resting on the bed.

And that was what she had done. She hadn't wanted to leave the Rafter house- she had been properly accepted into the family when she first started dating the youngest Rafter son, Nathan. She had been a rich kid growing up, the child who had everything she wanted and yet no one to play with. Samantha Westaway had been a lonely little girl.

But everything changed when she started dating Nathan. She had been welcomed into a proper family. His parents, Dave and Julie, had loved her and appreciated her more in the short two years they had known her than her biological parents, Tony and Trish, had in her entire life. Sammy had gained two sisters, Rachel (Nathan's older sister) and Melissa (Ben's wife), whom she loved dearly and would trust with her life. She had gained a brother, Ben, who was the protective older brother she had wanted growing up, and yet he still managed to tease her. Ted Taylor was the grandfather of the Rafter kids and was always there when she needed something. Chel Warne was Dave's estranged mother, who had appeared in their lives in the past six months, but Sammy already trusted her.

But it was Nathan that threw her the most. The love of her life, the man she trusted with all her heart.

They had never had an easy relationship- but Sammy truly believed it would last.

Maybe Sammy was wrong.

She had lied when Nathan told her. She had told him everything was alright... and it wasn't. Nothing had been alright for quite a while.

Placing an envelope on Nathan's pillow, she shut the door of their bedroom.

And she hoped it would open again.

Dear Nathan,

Maybe one day I'll be able to forgive you. One day, everything will be alright and we can be Nathan and Sammy again. One day, I'll be back, because your my Nathan and I love you.

So with this, I can only say two words.

I'm sorry.

And I love you, Nathan Rafter.

More than you'll ever know.

Forever yours,

Sammy xxx