A/N: I'm sad that it took this long to get this posted. But I wanted to get three reviews and sneak peeks before I posted it. But I knew that I wouldn't get to post it if I don't now until next Wednesday, so I decided that you all deserve to see the chapter before then. After all, I did leave you without an update for a while.

But the offer still stands. If anyone wants a sneak peek, be the first to tell me Tina and Boris's daughter's name. (Hint: It's in the first chapter).

This chapter is in Michael's POV. I decided to do it after all. But it is nothing new, just his look on the last two chapters.

Enjoy!

I'm sitting on a bench outside my friend Boris's house, and all I can think of is her. Her laugh, her smile, the look in her eyes when she told me to leave. I have spent three years without her, and miss her so much it hurts. But she won't even listen to a word that I say, and I don't know why. All I know is that I still love her, more than ever before after seeing her again and remembering everything.

I sit there and think of her. Ho w could I get her to listen to me if I could get her alone, maybe I could make her understand my love for her. And that I would give anything to get her to look at me with love in her eyes again. I daydream of that happening for who knows how long, but I see someone walking towards me. Is that . . . ?

"Mia?" I ask. By the panicked look on her face, my suspicions are confirmed. "Mia!" I repeat, standing and walking towards her. Just like the night before, she turns and runs from me, and I chase after her. Grabbing her arm in another repeat of last night, I spin her around to face me.

"Mia," I plead. "Just hold on."

"Why?" she asks, struggling to get away. "I thought I already made it clear, I don't want to talk to you."

"Why not?" I beg. "What did I do wrong?"

"Everything!"

"Huh?"

"Never mind!" She turns and tries to leave, but I won't let her get away so easily this time.

"Please Mia, just hear me out."

"Hear you out? It's been three years! And you never contacted me once!"

"Please!"

"No! You've had plenty of chances!"

"Chances for what! I didn't do anything!"

"Ugh! You know exactly what I mean!"

"No I don't! You just keep going on about 'what I did'!" I begin to get frustrated with her, why won't she just hear me out. Or at least speak clearly, and tell me what I did that was so wrong?

"Yeah I do! And you just act so clueless!"

"That's because I am! I have no idea what you are talking about!"

"There you go again! Just admit what you did and stop acting like a baby!"

"Well, if you hadn't just disappeared that night-" I try to say, but she interrupts me.

"I didn't! I came out!"

"When! I waited for you!"

"Ha! Yeah you sure waited for me!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what it means!"

"No I don't!"

"Ugh!" When she says that, she tries to wriggle out of my grasp, but I hold tight to her forearm. By now I am really irritated at her. If she would just think of me for once and stop being so selfish, we'd be happy and together again.

"Just stop acting like a little spoiled brat and listen to me! You really need to get over yourself and put yourself in others shoes! This is your last chance! Walk away now; I'm not following you anymore!"

She gasps, and tears fall from her eyes. As the hot drops roll down her face, she stares at me, horrified.

"Mia-" I start, regretting it immediately. I can't believe I could such a thing to a sweet, beautiful girl like Mia. Who did I turn into? I would never have been able to yell at her like that before.

"No!" she yells, finally getting her arm away from me, since my grip loosens when I realize what I said to her "I don't wanna hear it! You aren't the guy I love! Just leave me alone!"

My heart breaks even more when she says that. I can't believe that I could do this to her, the girl I loved more than anything. It was all my fault, I knew it was.

"Mia! I'm sorry! I didn't mean that!" I cry, and tears fall down my face too.

She turns and leaves, and I break down completely. I can't believe I did that. I fall to my knees on the ground, and my head falls into my hands.

No wonder she won't listen to me. I wouldn't either. After all of this, she'll probably never even want to look at me again.

But I need her. I can't live knowing that she hates me. I just have to keep trying, trying to make her see how much I love her. How much she means to me. I just sit there, until I can see through my tears and my sobs have minimized themselves so I can breathe again. Then I get up, wipe my eyes again, and walk towards her jeep. Knowing her as well as I do, well did, she won't have locked it. And I'm right. Typical Mia. I smile through my tears, a sad smile.

I get in her car and look around the interior. When I see her keys on the console, I realize that she would have to come to come get them sooner or later. So I get an idea . . .

After walking up to the door and, when he answered it, asked Boris if he could give me a piece of paper and pencil, I get to work. I begin Dear Mia, and think. This has to be perfect. I get hit by inspiration and write.

After I've finished, I fold it in half and stick it in her windshield. Hopefully she doesn't hate me so much that she won't read it. And maybe, there is a little part in her that still loves me too.

I then decide to walk around town. I walk past Mia's house, but see no lights on inside. Hmm . . . that's weird. I wonder where she is.

I continue walking, and end up near the park. I see someone on the swings, wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. That reminds me of Mia earlier today. Although she was dressed down, she looked beautiful as ever. I remember how self-conscious she has always been, and how she probably thought she looked bad because she was dressed like that and her hair was just in a simple ponytail.

I continue to watch the girl. She looks so sad, so lonely and broken-hearted that it makes my heart bleed for her. But she looks strikingly familiar. Wait is that-

The girl sitting there must have noticed me watching her, because she turns around. "H-hello?" she asks, sounding afraid. When she turns towards me, I hide behind a tree so she doesn't see me. But I see something shocking. The girl who looks so sad is Mia. And the reason for her sadness is me.

She eventually looks away, as if telling herself she imagined it. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, relieved she didn't see me, or I don't know what she would have done.

Then I hear something, something that sounds like the voice of an angel. I look back up and see that Mia is singing. The only words that I can make out are 'The truth is all that I can hear, everytime you lie.'

Wait. Does she mean me? What did I lie about? The only thing she seems to have been blaming me is for something that happened that night, on the last date we ever went on. As I think, I shift positions behind the bush, and the leaves rustle. I freeze, and her head whips around to my direction. She must be convinced that no one is here, because she shakes her head and stands up. She brushes herself off and walks away.