"Smile like it's you last ever," is what she would always say. It was her motto, her slogan, her favorite saying. She followed it through every single second of the day.

It was a good thing for me. I loved her smile. I loved her everything; her personality, her looks, her whole package. But, it was her smile that captured my heart.

Today, she still smiles brightly, even though she is in the place that she hated the most; the hospital. The white rooms, the awkward silences, the wires, the needles; she hated it all.

She is confined to an uncomfortable bed in a white, dull-colored, cramped room. She is unable to move freely, with all the wires attached to her. She is surrounded by nurses and doctors, while her family and friends stand at the doorway. Yet, she still smiles; I don't get why.

When the doctor and nurses leave, they allow us to go in, a few people at a time. Her father, brother, and one of her best friends go first, while we stay at the doorway. I watched her carefully and noticed that her smile is brighter, even though she is weakening by each second.

Her family and two friends start to cry. Her father holds her hand tight, and kissed her forehead, while her older brother holds her tight in his arms. Her male best friend was simply looking down at the floor, trying to stay strong. "She's too young." He muttered to himself.

My whole family, plus her other best friend, shed a few tears and prayed this wasn't really happening.

I, on the other hand, let my tears fall freely as I watched her, knowing that soon, I would never see her again.

Her family and best friend exited, stealing one last glance of her and her smile, before saying farewell. They allowed her other best friend and my family enter her room. I stayed behind, leaning on the door, watching her.

My oldest brother stroked her hair slowly, and my younger brother hugged her arm tightly. My parents both kissed her on the forehead before continuing to pray. My other older brother and his girlfriend, who was also her best friend, held her hand securely, not wanting to let go. After saying their final goodbye, they left the room, permitting me to enter.

"Hey." I whispered as I walked into the room. She smiled back, before I kissed her lips.

"This is it, huh?"

She nodded, smiling. "I love you, Miley." I whimpered; my teardrops fell down, landing on her cheek.

"Don't cry, love." She faintly spoke, still smiling.

I hugged her tightly. "Why are you still smiling?"

"You should know my motto by now." She replied, chuckling. I let go of her, and held her petite hand that fitted perfectly into my own.

"Nate?" Her blue-green eyes began to close.

"Yes?" I cried.

"I love you." Her eyelids closed shut, never to be opened again.

I caressed her long brown, wavy hair, before letting go and walking out of the room. Glancing back at my now deceased love, I noticed something; her lips were formed into a slight smile.

"Smile like it's your last ever." I murmured.