Shawn slammed the door after he entered his apartment. 'How could she just leave me?' He thought as his fist slammed into the wall. 'After all we've been through. She couldn't say goodbye to me? just I'm sorry?' he wondered. He wandered into his room as he rubbed his hand that was now throbbing. He threw himself on his bed and noticed an envelope on his pillow. He sat up and looked around the room before he picked it up. 'She's not here.' He thought to himself sadly. He picked up the envelope and opened it. The letter smelt of her favorite perfume. It smelt of strawberries. 'She's torturing me now.' Shawn thought as he unfolded the letter. He slowly read it, absorbing every word of it.

Shawn,

You didn't think I would really just leave without saying something other than 'I'm sorry', did you? I just couldn't write it in the letter I left at my house. And no, I'm not trying to torture you either, and Yes, I can still read your mind, Hunter. I just... well, I don't want you to forget about me... They say that smell is a strong trigger for memories. After what has happened the past couple of weeks, I don't want you to forget me. I don't know what I mean to you anymore.

Shawn, I love you so much. More than you know. I just can't stay. And please don't think it's because of what happened after graduation. I promise with everything I am that you are not to blame. This has been a long time coming. You know that. I can't stay there anymore. There are things in my life that no one understands, not you, not Cory. It'll only hurt you more if I stay. Shawn, please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry, I can't say I'm sorry enough... I just can't do this...

I love you always.
Missy.

The last line was smudged from tear drops. 'She cried over me?' He wondered. He remembers only seeing her cry once. He was so scared when it happened. He bit his lip thoughtfully trying to remember why she had been crying. He couldn't remember. He shrugged and looked back at the letter. Reading it over again he felt his anger growing. Shawn felt like he wanted to crumple the letter and throw it out. He wanted to throw the memory of her out. He hated her. He loved her... 'How could I have been so dumb? I could have told her. I could have had her here with me...' Shawn thought as tears formed in his eyes. It had been a long time coming though, he knew that.

He thought back to when he had tried to run away. He had been about eleven years old, sitting in the bus station with his ticket. His father had just left him again and he felt he couldn't stand it anymore. He had been sitting there alone thinking of all he was leaving behind when he heard her voice. "Hey, going somewhere?" She had asked with a smile and she sat next to him. He had tried to look away but he could never turn his back to her. He remembered what she was wearing that day. She was still a tom-boy back then, wearing jeans with holes in the knees, a baggy sweatshirt that she had stolen from Eric, dirty sneakers. Her blonde hair in a messy ponytail. She was beautiful to him, even back then.

"I can't stay here, Missy." Shawn whispered. "I know. Take me with you." Missy said softly. He remembered the shock he felt when he heard her say this. "What?" He had said. "Take me with you." She said. Her blue eyes wide with urgency. "Please, run away, just run away with me. I love my family and all, but you know I'm not like them. I need to run away. Please, Shawn, just run with me." She begged. "No, You have to stay here. We can't both leave Cory... No, Missy, You have to stay." He had said trying to do the right thing. He stood up trying to be strong.

"You won't make it far. Mr. Turner and Cory are around here somewhere. All I have to do is call out to them and they'll find you." She said. He had never heard her sound so serious before. Never before had she tried to get him into trouble. This was one of his best friends, his partner in crime. "No. Missy, the life of a runaway isn't for you." He said. "It's not for you either, Shawn!" She said. "I'm going." Shawn had said grabbing his suitcase and walking away. Missy ran and jumped in front of him. "I promise you this, Hunter. One day I will run away, and I won't let you come with me." She said in a low voice, glaring at him. Then she called out for Mr. Turner.

Looking back on it, Shawn was grateful he didn't leave. He was eleven years old, how far could he have made it. Missy was bright though, even at that age she could have made it. But the years had passed and she was always right there with him and Cory. After so much time he had forgotten her promise. He never thought she would actually do it.

He laid back onto his pillows. He was completely lost. He breathed in deeply, smelling her strawberry perfume. 'How could she think that I would ever forget her?' he wondered. He could recall with such vividness the day they had met.

He was three years old and in the park. His mom and dad sitting on the bench watching him, ocassionally glancing at eachother lovingly. He saw all the other kids playing and laughing. He sat alone in the sandbox. He focused on the castle he was making. "Tag you're it!!" He heard a little girl squeal. "Ow! Not so rough!" He heard a boy whine. He looked up to see a curly haired boy rubbing his arm, frowning. "Don't be such a baby!" the little girl screamed, running. The curly haired boy ran after the girl with great determination. She tripped on her untied shoelace and fell. The curly-haired boy caught up to her and tapped her shoulder. "Tag, You're it!" He shouted joyously. The little girl jumped up and reached out to tag him. "No backsies!That's the rules!" The boy said sounding very proud that he wasn't 'it' anymore. The little girl pouted and crossed her arms in front of her. Shawn had laughed softly as he watched the two kids.

She had heard him and that's when she first saw him. She looked over to see him sitting in the sandbox, She smiled brightly and walked over to him. She gently tapped him on the shoulder. "You're it." She said softly. "How come you tapped him lightly?" The curly haired boy asked. "Cuz he's not you." She said matter-of-factly. "So, what's you're name?" The curly haired boy had asked. "Shawn. What's you're name?" He asked. "I'm Cory, and this is Missy. We're twins." Cory said with a smile.

Shawn laughed as he thought back to that day. She was always a tough one. It's hard to imagine her and Cory are twins. Cory with his dark curly hair. He was a follower, he would follow along with Shawn's crazy schemes. He believed in having one true love. Cory was just a great goofy, loveable guy. Missy, on the other hand, She had straight blonde hair, bright blue eyes. She was a lot tougher than Cory, but more quiet, shy, secretive... Cory could never keep a secret. But they did have a lot in common, they were friendly, sweet, and with an innocence few ever possess, though Missy was a bit on the dark side.

Shawn sighed and rolled over. He couldn't even think anymore. All he thought about was her.