A/N: I decided that they should have a happy ending. This follows on from my fic Second Chance At Being Fixed. It probably won't be very long, maybe just one or two more chapters. Depends on whether you like it.

Part 1: Marissa

It's been four months, three weeks, two days, and 19 hours since the last time I saw her, and I'm still thinking about her. Everyday I wake up having had the same dream. The one where she comes back, and tells me that everything is going to be okay, that she'll never leave again.

But that's all it is, a dream. I'm just chasing shadows, I'm trying to fit the remnants of a broken relationship back together, and I can't do it alone. I need her here with me. It's funny to think of us as a broken relationship, because, in my head we're still together.

I wish she would think the same, I wish that she'd try and put out relationship back together, but she hasn't called, not even once, and she certainly hasn't come back. Sometimes I wonder if there is some outside force, taunting me with thoughts of her, only to cruelly tear them away.

When she was here I didn't need to drink, because she replaced my addiction. The only thing I needed was her, and I didn't let her stay. I forced her into running away, and I hate myself for doing that. I just want her back, even though I know I don't deserve her.

Marissa slammed the diary shut, the thoughts swirling around her head becoming too much. She threw the book across the room, where it hit the wall with a dull thud. Marissa imagined that the thudding sound was the way her heart beat now, with a dull sound instead of the lively beat that it should have. That she had had while she was with Alex.

Leaving it to Alex to come back hadn't been successful, so perhaps it was up to Marissa to do something about it. She hadn't wanted to call Alex, she hadn't wanted to put any pressure on her, or make her feel like she had to come back. Marissa had wanted her to return of her own accord, but it didn't happen.

This left Marissa thinking that the only way to convince Alex that she should be here would be to go and see her. The truth was, though, she was terrified that Alex had moved on. Alex had never seemed like the kind of girl to wait around thinking about the past. She had always considered the future to be more important. Marissa didn't think she'd be able to deal with it if Alex had found someone else. Someone to replace her.

The thought of being replaced was the only thing that was holding her back at the moment. She knew that many people wanted Alex, and Alex had been gone for a long time now. There wasn't a very big chance that she hadn't found someone else.

Ryan had wanted her back, and she'd turned him down. Although she hadn't told him it was because of Alex, it was clear from the way her expression would become melancholy every time she heard Alex's name mentioned that she was missing her more than she was letting her friends know.

Sometimes, she'd go out and get drunk, and in the morning she'd wake up beside girls that reminded her of Alex. None of them were ever enough though. To Marissa, it was unexpected. She didn't think she could look at another girl the same way as Alex. But then she realised that all she was doing was searching for Alex's features in those of other girls.

She was using these people to comfort her, only they were no comfort at all. Because they weren't Alex, and she hated waking up beside them. She'd only wish that it was five months ago, and that she was still happy with Alex. She was determined that I would never happen again. She was going to find Alex, and if Alex didn't want her anymore, it would beyond hurt her, but at least she'd know she'd tried. She had to try to fix her mistakes.

Alex:

Alex had moved even further away, in the hope of distancing herself from Marissa, so that she would stop thinking about her. But the true distance increasing didn't lessen her thoughts of Marissa. In fact, she was thinking about her more than ever. She wondered how long it had taken for Marissa to go back to Ryan.

She clenched her fists at the thought of him. He would always make her feel angry, she thought, especially when he was associated with Marissa. Maybe if it hadn't been for him interfering, they'd still be together now.

No. They wouldn't. Alex had to convince herself that they hadn't been right together; otherwise, she was left regretting her decision to move away even more. She had almost turned around at the bonfire, almost run back to Marissa to scream at her that they could make it work.

She still wanted her second chance, even though her hopes of getting it were rapidly disappearing. She wanted Marissa to find her. She wanted her to ask for Alex to come back to Newport, to be with Marissa again. Alex wanted all the things she could never have.

Then she wondered what would happen if she went back. Marissa didn't have to come to her, she could go to Marissa. The thought of seeing Marissa happy with Ryan made her stomach churn, though, and she wasn't sure she could stand it.

All she had to do was to show Marissa that they had made a mistake before, and that they should have stayed together. She should just go back to Newport. She couldn't do anything but try. If Marissa had truly moved on, Alex thought her heart would break all over again. But what if she hadn't? Alex couldn't take the chance. She wasn't going to settle this time.

She was going to go back to Newport, and she was going to finally say all of the things that she had wanted to say to Marissa.

Hearing a buzzing sound, she searched for her phone, wondering who'd be calling her at this time of night. She eventually found the phone under a cushion, and picked it up, her finger poised over the button to answer it. She was too late though, and the phone buzzed again, showing that she had a new voicemail message.

She went to the voicemail, listening to the new message.

" Hi Alex. I know it's been a long time, but I wanted to talk to you. I…umm…I don't really know what to say. I just want you to know that I miss you, and I understand if you don't want to talk to me, but I was kinda hoping…. Anyway, call me if you want?"

Alex listened to the message again. Marissa missed her? This message just made her even surer that she should go back to Newport. They could try and fix the mistakes they'd made at last.