To someone that watches her, the women that stands on the corner of Waverly Place everyday. The women that sits on the bench staring at the sky as the snow falls, they would think she's there just to be there. That she's there with not a care in the world. But the women at the corner of Waverly Place is there with every intention of holding on to the past.

Most people know her as the women that runs the Sub Station located just behind her. They don't know that she took over the resturant after her family moved away from New York. That she stayed because she secretly believed her rock star would come back for her. She had been wrong but to the people that see her everyday this is what she needed. It served as a distraction.

They don't ask her why she stands there in the same spot, at the same time everyday. If they knew they would know that she stands there because that was the same place that the love of her life left her. She can tell you the exact time that she left, she could tell you alot.

She's there today just like any other day but today she's no longer waiting. She stands there with a letter in her hand just days after she sent hers, only this one is addressed to her.

She's been standing there since the last of the customers and employees left, since street became quiet as night fell over the city. The snow is blown into her face, the wind picking up as the moon sits at the highest point in the sky.

She stands at the lowest.

Her body has long since numbed itself though she can't figure out if its the cold or the possiblites gripped tightly in her left hand. She sits on the cold wooden bench next to the postal box that once held her secrets, staring at the white envelope beautiful words written carefully.

Curiousity is telling her open in it, uncertainty tells her to walk away to forget. That the letter was nothing more then a mistake. She knows it wasn't she knows that she should open it, but she's waiting. She waiting for the clock to strike 9:16. She's hoping if she waits long enough that the letter will disappear. That she'll appear instead. She knows it wont happen.

With shaking frail hands she delicately opens the letter. The words are written in green, its a sign of hope for her. Green is her favorite color, and she knows that she remembered.

Dear Alex,

I am surprised that you wrote, or maybe shocked is a better word. I never thought you would contact me..not after what went wrong. Not after what was said. It has been a while, actually its been exactly 356 days since I left. Fame isn't what you would think. I'm not happy and everything I lost? The only thing I lost that matters is you.

I haven't forgotten. I couldn't if I wanted to, but I want to remember winters with you for as long as live. I go to the beach in the middle of the night, when I think of you. It doesn't snow here, you knew that though. I wish it did because if it did then I would be just a little closer to you.

Thank you for not believing me. I didn't mean it, they mean nothing compared to you, none of this means anything without you it. It never has. Don't stop believing because of me.

I don't get home sick unless you count missing you. Nothing is like New York because your there, Hollywood fails in comparison to the place that has you. I thought of going back there. Even before the plane took off, I stared at the door in hopes that I would find the courage to find you. Some part of me hoped that you would have faught your way on to the plane.

I can't think of anything I left but you. I'm sorry I left you there on corner of Waverly Place, broken and lost. That I left you for something, for people that didn't care. Please tell me you still care.

You still have the album? I'm surprised you haven't thrown it away after everything I put you through. Please dont let go of the past, I need you to hold on the past. Its all we have now. I still haven't let go of you, of everything you mean to me. I wouldn't let go of you if I could. I hope you dont let go.

My favorite picture is one on the last page, the one of us at the park just before the snow fall. Your on the swing, do you remember what I said when I took it? 'When I make it to Hollywood I'm giving you everything. Without you fames worth nothing' I wasn't lying. Everything I have now means nothing I would give it up if you told me to. I need you.

Part of me doesn't want you to forgive me. The things I said you when I walked away, they aren't meant to be forgiven. I didn't mean a word I said but I still had no right to say those things. Those words were mean't to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I still need you, I still want you. I want you more then anything in the world.

I'm looking for you just as your looking for me. Only I've found you....

The letter just as hers was left without a name. The last line confusing and heartbreaking as she re-reads the letter. Memorizing every word, every sentence. Memorizing the meaning behind it all.

Tears fall silently from her eyes, landing on the white paper that holds hope. She reads the last line over before folding the letter putting in her pocket.

She lays her head in her hands, taking deep breaths. She hadn't expected her to write back, she didn't expect her to say what she did. She no longer wants written words, she wants truth. She wants to stand in front of her and hear the words voice, to make them just a little stronger.

She doesn't realize until the weight of another body is pressed to hers, that someone is here with her. That she is no longer sitting there alone. Theres no fear or questions as to why someone is holding her at night.

The whispered words tell her everything she needs to know. She know that that she's no longer alone at the corner of Waverly Place.

To someone on the outside it would look like she just found the heart she lost.

A/N: This chapter was hard to write but I hope you guys like it even though it fails in comparison to the first. Its not at all prove read but I'll do it later so sorry for any mistakes, Please review and tell me what you thought. Thank you to everyone that Reviewed the previous chapter it means alot as does this story. :)