He watched her with remorseful eyes as she posed for pictures just yards away from him. He let the phone conversation from forty-eight hours ago swipe his mind….
"Miley" He said, trying to not to get too emotional, he hated that. "You…you're not the same"
"Oh, because you know me so well" She scoffed.
"I was there when you didn't even know yourself, if anyone, I know you; who you really are."
"No…no you don't. Okay? You don't know shit."
"Miley! Are you being serious right now? For God's sake, Miles, you don't even smile the same anymore! Everything you're doing is so…brand new. And I know…I know this isn't all you; it's him." He said softly, referring to Liam.
"You ever think it's just me growing out of childish things? I'm not a little girl anymore, Nick, the things I used to love" He cringed, hearing her sarcastic twinge on the world that meant so much, "don't matter too much anymore."
He knew that she was referring to him. "Miley, this isn't about me being in love with you, okay? I'm not—"
"Bye."
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That's where Nick Jonas went wrong; it wasn't the first time he ruined her though. The girl he used to call his own. This short shorts, bra revealing diva wasn't that girl; he was starting to wonder if that girl ever existed.
Of course she did, he thought, he used to love her. Where was she now?
He breathed out a sigh, letting his gaze on her fall. He wished he knew how to save her…