A/N: another update... I hope this chapter doesn't get too confusing... There is a lot of mixture of flashbacks. But ok... this story is slowly losing the purpose... but o well. I will keep writing. Hopefully you guys wont be too disappointed. I'll figure something out. Sometimes I get the weirdest inspiration, and the story will turn out in the end.

Later that night she found herself back at the beach, alone. Her bare feet sinking deep into the sand, contouring into the shape of her bare feet with each step she took, leaving wet imprints in the sand. Reaching the edge of the coast, just mere inches away from the rippling currents, she slowly sank to the ground. Her eyes watching the wide horizon, the faint colors of the setting sun slowly slipping away. Vibrant colors of golds, reds, and orange filled the sky. Her surrounding was at peace, nothing but pure silences. Pulling her knee to her chest, she closed her eyes, allowing the calm surrounding wash over her, embracing it. She allowed her mind to clear itself, and in an instant the images came full force.

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5 Years Ago

Miley waited on the wood bench just outside the corner diner, the sounds of cars speeding past her. Her eyes roaming the busy streets, bright lights flying past her. Picking up her phone, she glanced at the little screen, the light glowing back at her as she let out another sigh. Tugging the sweatshirt tighter around her body.

The faint breeze hit against her face, her hair billowing against the currents, as she peered down the long sidewalk. The post lights that lit the crowed street, watching others passing her by. With one last sigh, she tossed her phone into her purse, slinging the handle onto her shoulder, she headed down the street. Reaching her parked car, she unlocked it quickly, before slipping inside. Digging her key into the ignition, she slowly

maneuvered the car out of the parking spot and head home, alone.

Turning down the familiar street, she reached the end of her driveway. Pulling up to the main gates, she reached the access box, typing in the code quickly as the iron gates swung open, she slowly pulled into the circular driveway.

And then she heard it.

BUZZ... BUZZ...BUZZ...

Digging through her purse, she phone her phone, tapping the screen to unlock it. She peered at the little yellow envelope in the upper left hand corner. With a simple tap of her finger, the messaged open. Scanning the words, she felt nothing but complete and utter disappointment.

M-

I don't think I'll be able to make it tonight.

sorry,

N

The frustration she felt overloaded, tossing the phone back into her purse. The message was only 2 hours two late. Quickly slipping out of the car, she made her way to the front door. Unlocking the doors she turned the handle and stepped into her family home. Just to her right was the living room, the lights brightly lit as voices echoed through the two story foyer.

Peeking her head through the arch way, she saw her parents and little sister seated on the couches talking and laughing. Tish saw her first, a wide smile on her face, "Hey sweetheart you're back early. Did you have fun?"

Miley forced a smile to appear on her lips nodding her head, "yeah, Nick has an early morning tomorrow, and i think I'm going to head in too."

"alright sweetheart, good night."

Miley slowly turned on her heel and headed up the stairs and down the long hallway to her private wing of the house. Entering into the dark chocolate wood doors, she flicked on the lights. The teal color walls coming into focus, she tossed her things onto the side table, before peeling off the sweater. Exposing her bare arms, her body wrapped in a thin white tank tops, she made her way across the plush carpet. She flung her body onto the satin comforter, burying her face into the pile of custom made pillows, she allowed the tears to fall.

An hour passed as she shed the tears from her tiny body, when she heard the faint sound of her phone ringing. Quickly crossing across the bedroom, she found her phone buried deep inside her purse, she opened the text message. Her eyes screened across the screen before the tears fell.

On the tiny little screen laid a single picture, a familiar head of brown curls, and a familiar muscular toned arm wrapped around a beautiful brunette. She knew the girl well, in fact, that was the girl that the media had targeted to replaced her. She didn't know what part hurt more, the fact that she was stood up by her boyfriend, or the fact that he held another girl in his lap, his arms wrapped snugged around her tiny waist. All she knew was that was just the beginning of all their problems, and the insecurities she began to feel.

The girl that soon replaced her, as she crumbled to pieces. The girl that was better than her. The girl that broke her.

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The tears seemed to fall from her eyes, as the currents picked up. The light breeze had picked up speed, and soon, Miley wrapped her thin arms tighter around her body. The memories seemed to come back in such vivid color, the ones she tried so hard to forget. The pain she once felt, was still raw. After she left Hollywood, she tried so hard to just forget. To let go of the pain she felt, and yet, it was an unnerving burden. Her heart had ached for Nick to come back to her, and in now that he seemed to come back to her life, she wasn't sure what she was more afraid of.

The fact that he had hurt her, and still had the power to do so, or that fact that it had been years, and her love for him was still bigger than ever. But the fear was too high, the risk is too much to take. Her heart is too fragile, to let him in again.

His words still rang in her ear, she could smell his scent lingering.

--

He turned his head and his eyes locked with hers, his voice was hoarse, as he watched the girl sitting beside him. They were so different, and so much had happened between them. The question stood in his head, and before he could stop himself, the words slipped through his lips.

"Do you ever wonder..." he paused, "what would have happened if everything hadn't ended that night? If I just fought harder?"

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The tears were streaming down Miley's face, as she stood out in the cold. Her arms tugging the thin cotton sweatshirt tighter around her body. Standing before him vulnerable and exposed.

She no longer held her composure, she had fallen apart.

"So this is where it's going to end? You are going to believe all the trash. I'm your boyfriend, I'm tired of you being so damn insecure about everything. I can't always tell you the things you need to hear. You should just trust me." His voice filled with exhaustion, it was the same old fight, and the cause was losing it's importance.

Shaking her head, "Trust needs to be earned, Nicholas... I'm so tired of the disappointment I feel. The looks. I don't just need you to tell me what I mean to you. I need you to want to tell me. I'm tired of the same old fights. Do you even love me anymore?"

He looked taken back by her questioned, as it clung to the air. Shaking his head in exasperation, the words never came.

She didn't need to hear him verbalize it anymore, his expression and silence spoke louder than any words. Nodding her head, she wiped away the fallen tears, and turned on her heel.

She walked away with her head held high, and not once, did she hear him call out for her. And when she finally turned the corner and was out of eye sight, she broke. Sinking down to the floor, the sound of her broken sobs filled the air.

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She turned her eyes to locked with the warm brown starring back at her, "Maybe... but the fact is that you didn't, and now we will never know."

A tear fell from his brown eyes, his voice shook, "I'm sorry you know... for everything."

She reached out her hand, bringing it up to his face. With smooth movements, she brought her fingertips forward and brushed away the stray tear, before she nodded, her voice was soft, "I know you are..."

A/N: Yeah... not one of my best... but I was just writing.