Hey everyone. So sorry for the wait. I couldn't find the first part I'd written for the story, but here it is and I'll update a couple more times tonight to make up for it. I know this is short, but they get a lot longer. Enjoy.

Prologue:

She never saw it coming. In all the years since she'd made her choice, there had never been a hint of what was to come.

She'd always known she'd made the right choice that day, but, as she looked around now, eyes drinking in her surroundings, she wasn't sure why. All her searching; her quest for answers and it only led her back here. A place she thought she was finally free of.

She could still remember all that had happened that day; choosing Nathan, saying goodbye to Jack. She thought it was finally over. But it could never be over. Something so complex could only keep returning to haunt her. And haunt her it did.

She and Nathan mutually agreed that it wouldn't be a factor in their relationship. They were too naïve to know that not only would it seep into their relationship, it would eventually come to define it. No matter how they tried to bury it, it only suffocated them more. He was scared she would realize she made the wrong choice and leave him. She was scared she had made the wrong choice.

Quite often, she wondered how he could possibly be the wrong choice. How something so wonderful could be wrong. But a part of her always thought that maybe it was. And that tore them apart.

Haley and Nathan loved each other so much, the thought of not being together was painful. The anticipation of it was unbearable. So, they'd broken up. A clean cut; they completely separated - not even keeping in touch.

He still remained good friends with the rest of the gang. She tried to. But with him around, it was too heartbreaking. So, she disappeared. Vanished completely; leaving not even a trace of herself behind. The tried to find her; even Nathan contributed to the search. But it was to no avail. She was gone.

Now, she glanced down at the letter in her hands. It was from him. She hadn't seen him in 3 years; not since she'd told him he wasn't her choice. Somehow, he had tracked her down. He sent her a letter asking her to meet up with him. He wanted to talk.

Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her coat tighter around herself and pushed through the airport door, stepping onto the icy streets of New York.