Tommy turned off the lights of his jeep as he pulled up to the desolate cliff. This was a place he remembered well. Hayley and taken him here many times during their college days to just unwind and get away from everything. 'It's peaceful here, a good place to think about everything and nothing,' she'd told him the first time she dragged him out here.

As he walked towards the edge of the cliff, he saw a silhouette sitting near the edge, nothing but a dark shadow, but he still knew it was her. She always sat right on the edge and it always unnerved him. Even now, he wanted to run over to her and pull her away from the edge, fearful of her slipping down onto the sharp rocks below. He forced himself to stay calm and walked up to her. "Why do you love me?" He asked softly, knowing his voice would carry to her on the wind.

Hayley stood up without even glancing back at him, "I don't," she said sharply, turning around without meeting his eyes and attempting to push past him.

Tommy grabbed her arm as she walked past and held on to it gently, "Hayley." It was barely a whisper, but the emotions carried in his voice spoke volumes.

Hayley wiped around and glared at him, her eyes blazing with an abundance of emotions. Fear, anger, love, rage, all swirled around in her head as she took a deep breath. "Because you're not perfect!" She exclaimed, all of that pent up emotion bursting forth at once, "You're always late, for everything, but it doesn't matter because you know it and at least you try. You can never do up your tie right, but you look so cute trying to get it right. You forget things all the time, but you remember before it's too late and you can make it right. You are forgetful, late, and surprisingly clumsy, but you are the sweetest man I've ever met, regardless if your temper. You have a heart of gold, even if you forget that too," she stopped, turning away from him, unable to believe all that just came out of her mouth.

"Hayley…"

"When you first met me, you saw me, all of me," she said so softly that Tommy had to move closer to hear what she was saying. "You didn't see just a pale, redheaded Goth, you didn't just see a brainy geek, you didn't only see a perfect little genius; you just saw me. Plain old nosey Hayley, who was kicked your ass in Calc and liked to wear black," she said wrapping her arms around herself as the wind picked up slightly. "Why are you doing this to me?" She asked turning to face him again. "It doesn't matter anymore." She closed her eyes, chastising herself for letting it all out, for telling him how she felt, for rubbing salt in an already stinging wound.

"I'm scared Hayley," Tommy said walking up to her and cupping her tearstained cheek. "I don't need to be anybody but myself for you. But I'm scared that one day you are going to wake up and realize that for everything you just said, I'm not good enough for you. I'm scared you're going to see that my faults outweigh my virtues," she tried to pull away from him but he wouldn't let her go. "Most of all, I'm scared that I'm going to let go, and you're going to walk away and never give me the chance to prove that I meant what I said last night. The past, it doesn't matter, everything I said before, it doesn't matter, I love you, that's the only thing that matter. It's true Hayley, I love you," he bit his lip nervously as he watched her taking in everything he'd just said.

"Don't…" she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks as she leaned into his touch.

"Don't what?" He asked, starting to move his hand away only to find her hand trapping his there against her cheek.

"Don't let go…" She looked into his eyes, her heart racing after everything that had been said, after once again, this time without the aid of alcohol, hearing what she'd never thought she would actually hear. "Don't ever let go."

Author's Note: The End! Its short I know, but I had every intention of originally make thing this a one shot; it just didn't work out that way. So consider it a one and a half shot.