A/N: This chapter is not a letter!!
It was warm and cozy in the softly lit room. The light from the vanilla candles flickered and danced about the room, and gave the room a warm glow. The shadow of a long dark pointy object loomed ominously in the light. But if you looked closer, you'd realize it was only the shadow of a pencil that was sitting point up in a cup on the desk across the room.
The house would have been less cold and scary had more people lived in it. But in this particular house, there was one young man, who lived all alone. This man had a past known by few people. He grown to accept that this was his life. And then everything had changed.
This young man, was Nick. The same Nick that so many naïve girls had fell head over heels with, only to wake up one day, and find him gone.
This home was his current residence and was burrowed in the snowy folds of northern Montana.
He was alone, almost always. He'd isolated himself from the outside world, too afraid to fall back into his past. He'd sworn to forget about everything he'd done to hurt people. All the mistakes he'd make. Nick promised himself he'd never go back to those times.
But then he got the first letter.
It wasn't much. It only confirmed what he'd already known. His high school girlfriend's best friend had been very much in love with him. Nick already knew that. Everyone he'd gone to school with knew it. It wasn't any news.
But the name that closed the letter, the author of it, was one he hadn't allowed himself to say for years now. A name that try as he might to keep away, kept managing to slip inside his head and make him remember what he'd done.
Miley.
Nick shook the thought away. He was sitting at the desk in the warm, room. Since the first letter, he'd been trying to write back to her. He'd written countless apology letters to her, only to crumple them up and throw them away.
He held the most recent letter in his hands. With one final breath, he tore it open.
This one was shorter. As he read it, he felt something hot growing inside of him.
It was anger.
Who was this Ben? What right did he have to be all over Miley? She was Nick's.
Woah. Wait. Did he just say that?
This time he couldn't shake her off his thoughts. He pulled out a piece of paper, and started writing. He kept writing and writing and writing, until two hours later it was finished and he was dropping in the mailbox, to be sent off to New York.
Nick had finally written back to Miley.