DISCLAIMER – I don't own the OC, the OC characters, or any OC related products. Well, I own products, but I don't own them…Um, you know what I mean. I think

A/N – I know its very short. This is just a brief view of Marissa's current life.

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He hadn't thought too much when he found out he would be going to Newport. Sure, it'd be great to see the place again. Bu he probably wouldn't see any of the people he was once so close to. Seth and Summer probably moved away. He may be able to see Sandy and Kirsten again. He doubted that they had moved away. Marissa…Marissa was probably a famous model, or an actress. Living the high life in somewhere like New York. All that had remained of him would have left her. She would be well and truly over him by now. She might even be married…

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Marissa Cooper rolled over in her bed, facing the man next to her. His hair was dark and shaggy, falling lightly over his eyes. He hadn't shaved for a few days, but she just thought that the stubble made him look oh-so-sexy. She kissed him lightly, loving the scratchy feeling she got. He blinked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she said softly. "Go back to sleep baby."

She kissed her. "No, I'm glad I woke you up. Now I can look at you."

She smiled at how sweet he was.

"How does it feel, your first day as my fiancé?"

"It feels great!" she told him truthfully, brushing his shaggy hair out of his eyes.

He kissed her lips lightly. "I'm going to have a shower." He told her. As he got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. She sighed contently and lay back on the large, plush bed, staring at the white ceiling. She closed her eyes and listened to the gentle waves lull against the sand. Her life was finally going right. Almost a year of depression after…well, she didn't like to think about that anymore. It just dragged up bad memories. Then she met Kurt. He was perfect. He helped her through her depression and drinking, where other people didn't…She finished school and went to college. Now she was a psychiatrist. Her friends and family liked to joke about her job, seeing as how she had used to visit so many. But that stage of her life was over. Now she was living the perfect life, with the perfect job, engaged to the perfect man. Well…maybe not perfect. But almost.

Deep in her daydream, she didn't hear the bathroom door open. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man, hair brushed back, towel wrapped around his waist.

"Ryan?"

"Who's Ryan honey?"

Kurt's voice knocked the vision of Ryan out of her head. For a few seconds, he had just looked like Ryan.

Kurt came up to her and wrapped his still damp arms around her.

"Oh, just a guy I used to know. You reminded me of him for a second."

"He wasn't as good looking as me now was he?" Kurt whispered into her ear.

She laughed, not because of what he said, but because his voice tickled her ear. She didn't reply to his question. She truly had no idea of the answer. So instead, she kissed him. Maybe he would take that as a yes.

"I'll take that as a yes." He got up to finish getting dressed.

Marissa stared at him. She didn't know how she could ever think he was Ryan.

She was over Ryan. He was part of her past. Kurt was her future.

But you couldn't completely bury memories.