A/N: Hey everybody. I apologize here if the plot doesn't live up to it's possible potential, but this is my first 'story' ever. It's based on a song.

Disclaimer: I do not claim anything. I'm just a girl here trying something new..

One last note, Miley and Lilly have never met previously to the story, and it is told in Lilly's point of view.

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Fade in, start the scene, enter beautiful girl.

But things are not what they seem,

as we stand on the edge of the world.

There was a full moon lighting up the ocean front, and the sounds of waves crashing could be heard in the background. I swear to you, I had come to this cliff with every intention of ending my life. There was no reason to continue living. At least that's what I had concluded. But then, I saw her..

I know this might sound cliche, but I swear an angel was in my presence. The light ocean breeze allowed for her soft curls to gently wave. Oh, and her features, they were a sight for very sore eyes. With the effect the moonlight gave to her face, not even the sincerest compliment would do her justice. So perfect, so innocent. Yet so fragile, ready to break at any moment.

I stared thoughtfully as she began to approach me. We were standing a few feet apart when I heard her alluring voice for the first time. She said, "Excuse me ma'am, but I had plans to die tonight. Oh, and you are directly in my way. And I bet you're going to say it's not right." I now stared intently at her with a look of disbelief.

A moment later, I replied, "Excuse me Miss, but do you have the slightest clue of exactly what you just said, and exactly who you're talking to?" She looked at me with slight surprise evident. Her body language was telling me to just leave her alone, let her die. But her eyes, they were screaming out for help, and I couldn't ignore it.

She said, "I don't care. You don't even know me."

My mind didn't allow me time to think as I immediately replied, "I know, but I'd like to change that soon, hopefully."

Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
of self-conclusion in one simplified motion.
You see, the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it.
No matter how unbearable this misery gets.

She didn't have a response. She was looking out towards the ocean, but I continued to keep my attention focused solely on her. After a few moments, she spoke again.

"You're making it sound so easy to be alive. But tell me, how am I suppose to seize this day when everything inside of me has died?"

Her words tore into my soul. I felt the pain, the suffering, that she endured every day as she looked directly into my weary eyes.

I found my voice as I said to her, "Trust me girl, I know your legs are pleading to leap, but I offer you this easy choice. Instead of dying, living with me."

I was determined to save her. Yes, my words might have seemed rash, but I truly meant it.

She said, "Are you crazy? You don't even know me."

To try and convince her how serious I was, I repeated my earlier response.

"I know, but I'd like to change that soon, hopefully."

Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
of self-conclusion in one simplified motion.
You see, the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it.
No matter how unbearable this misery gets.

I waited confidently for a response, but once again she stared longingly at the ocean. I took this as an opportunity to try and assure her of my sincerity.

"I would be lying if I said things would never get rough. And all this cliche motivation, it could never be enough. I could stand here all night trying to convince you, but what good would that do? My offer stands, and you must choose."

I looked at her lovingly, desperately trying to persuade her with an honest stare.

"All right, you win, but I only give you one night to prove yourself to be better than my attempt at flight." The corner of my mouth slightly curved up, but then my face became serious again when I noticed the break in her voice as she continued talking.

"I swear to God, if you hurt me, I will leap. I will toss myself from these very cliffs and you'll never see it coming!"

I release the breath I had been holding, and allowed a moment of recollection. This time, it was me who was looking out towards the ocean. "Settle precious, I know what you're going through," I started to say. Then I slowly brought my gaze back to her face. "Ten minutes before you got here, I was going to jump, too."

Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
of self-conclusion in one simplified motion.
You see, the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it.
No matter how unbearable this misery gets.

The song is titled "Self-Conclusion" by The Spill Canvas. Italics and quotes are all lyrics of the song. I did make some small changes though.