A.N. Same old… same old…
Miley's POV:
I felt as if all the breath was knocked out of me, as I stared at Jake's lifeless body. He couldn't be dead, it just wasn't possible! We had just gone out for dinner one hour ago, he can't just… die!
The realization hit me, and I fell down and cried. I cried like I had never cried before, leaving a stream of tears on my cheeks, a pure stream of sorrow.
He had died saving me, we were walking along a beautiful road, when a drunk motorcyclist starting coming towards us. Jake shoved me out of the way, but couldn't move himself quickly enough. He suffered major head injury, and died there. His last and only words to me were, "I love you Miley, now and forever."
A fresh wave of tears came upon me, and I began shaking horribly. How could he die, why couldn't he take me with him?? How could I live alone, without him? He was my life, he was my soul. He was my past, my present, and he was supposed to be my future! Now he's gone!
I know Jake wouldn't want me to be unhappy, but how could I be happy? He is gone. G-O-N-E. Gone. My heart feels like it has been ripped apart, and the only way to mend it is to give me my Jake back.
I have always believed that god was real. If god was real, he would give me my Jake back. Right? I felt myself hugging Jake's body, and pleading for his eyes to open, for him to take me in his arms again, press his lips on mine again, and tell me again, that he loves me.
I began crying again… letting out my pure stream of sorrow… wishing for this nightmare to end… forever.
A.N. Hmm, this one is a bit better, what do ya think?