Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or anything off of Disney.

Author's Note: Yeah, aware that I may get completely flamed for this, but I really want opinions. I'm aware the concept maybe a tad weird, but I'm willing ot risk it. Here's a Lollie Fic for those fans out there that need that hope! Hopefully Disney will break out of their Lead/BFF pairing! This is just a demo to see if anyone thinks I should continue! If you like it, please review cuz thats the only way you'll get a 2nd chappy!

Voices In the Horizon

It's Not Your Fault

The sand had almost completely swallowed her feet. Rain drizzled off in the distance and the water was left an eerie grey. Where had the sun gone? It had refused to come out today. It just wanted to morn with the sky. The sand was soft and golden under her feet. That seemed to be the only comfort she had left on the earth. The water rushed up at her, wetting the hem of her black dress that blew back in the wind, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. Maybe the world would end today, but she wouldn't care. Because the fact of the matter was, her world had already ended.

Tears threated to spill over their gates, but some force wouldn't let them. Was there something wrong with her? Was she one of those sociopaths that couldn't feel pain or guilt or sorrow? All she wanted to do was sit down and cry. But something wouldn't let her. It told her that the time wasn't right.

She never owned a black dress. Nor a black anything for that matter. Black showed sadness and loss, and those were things she'd never had to deal with before. Grief. Regret. Guilt. Pain. Sorrow. Misery. Anger. Never had she felt such a powerful flood of emotions wrap themselves around her and squeeze her dry of all she had. They all came rushing at her fast and strong like the waves that now beat the shoreline infront of her.

She'd never had to deal with the loss of a best friend. More than that. A sister, to some degree. She'd never understood what it felt like to lose something so precious. A friendship. A best friend. A life. A life that was wasted on stages and spotlights.

Life had been so simple before. She'd been so naive to think that the world was all a big play toy. Where there was no grief or suffering. A world where time would stand still for her at any given command. But she had been a kid then. Monday she had been a kid. But now, Friday, she was an adult. Or so it felt like it. It felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Innocence was just a word, for she had seen the impact of death. The impact that it had on families, friends, and loved ones. The way it weathered the soul.

The rain off in the distance began to grow nearer. And her beating heart began to shatter more. To know that she was alive when her best friend wasn't there to take one last breath. To know that it should have been her that died. What did it feel like to be alive? To know that when she woke up in the morning, that unfirmilar feeling of loss would still be there. And it would greet her with every sunrise. Every sunset. Everytime the rain fell. And everytime the waves crashed ashore.

Her blonde hair blew freely back in the wind, her eyes, glued to the grey horizon. The horizon was something more than a line. From her spot on the beach, it looked like an ending, but chasing it was impossible, for the horizon only gave the illusion of an ending. The horizon was the place where the sunlight was captured and the waves danced high. The horizon was a thing that, no matter how far you traveled, you could never catch. The horizon was unabtainable to any man, any mere mortal. The horizon held all those who had passed on to somewhere greater than all of this. Lilly wanted that horizon. The forever alluring, forever out of reach horizon. And Lilly wanted Miley back. The forever silenced grave would be the only answer to all her prayers.

She felt someone walking down the beach towards her. She knew it was Oliver. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Why wouldn't anyone leave her alone to grieve? They all found her wherever she tried to hide. What did they want from her? She had nothing more to give. He stood beside her on the beach, his feet and pant hems sandy from the walk down. His long dark hair blew slightly in the cold breeze. His fists were jammed into his pockets and his black suit matched Lilly's dress.

"Lilly..." he breathed beside her. She knew he wanted to talk. To make her feel better. To make sense of the past few days. But she wanted none of it. She just wanted to stand on this beach forever and let the sand engulf her till she was nothing. She closed her eyes at his voice. Maybe if she wished hard enough, he would just be a trick of the wind. Maybe if she wished hard enough, he would just go away and leave her be. Maybe if she wished hard enough, she would wake up from this nightmare and everything would be right with the world again.

"Lilly...I..." He tried to say something but his words fell short, getting caught in the net of his chapped lips.

"Oliver don't!" Lilly spat. She just wanted him to go away. She didn't want him to see her cry. She opened her eyes and looked at him. His face was drawn up with grief, pale from the lack of sleep. And his eyes were red from keeping back tears. His dark eyes, filled with hurt.

She immediately wished to take back her hash tone. She immediately wanted to hug him and tell him that everything would be alright, but she didn't. She wouldn't let herself be so healing, so forgiving.

Oliver looked at her for awhile until she broke the gaze, turning her attention back to the horizon. He still watch her as she sighed heavily and hugged her arms close to her body. The breeze was uncommonly chilly for the usually hot California weather.

"It should have been me ya know..." Lilly said absently, still staring out towards the ocean, "I should have died. Not Miley..."

"Lilly..."

"No Oliver...don't pretend you don't wish it were you sometimes. Don't think I don't blame myself! That I'm the reason my best friend is gone?" Lilly asked, turning towards him and looking him dead in the eyes for the first time. Anger boiled up inside of her. He didn't know how she felt. And she didn't want him to. Secretly, she was glad that she was the only one to feel this way. It was part of her punishment. She was being punished because she lived.

"Lilly! Stop it!" Oliver shouted, covering his ears and stepping away, "It's not your fault!"

There was a long pause, with nothing but the wind to break the silence. Lilly and Oliver stared at each other for a long time. She wanted to yell at him. Infact, if he was close enough she wish she could slap him good and hard across the face, but she stopped herself. Why was he trying to make everything seem ok? Had he not seen the casket? Had he not been there for the funeral? Was he not informed that Miley was gone, and was never coming back?

Lilly turned around, unable to face her friend any longer. His presence made her body go numb from bottled up sobs. Finally. Tears rolled down her face now. Her throat went dry and she felt as if she might be sick. It was the first time she'd cried since Miley had died. She didn't want Oliver to see her like this. She just wanted to be happy-go-lucky Lilly again. She wrapped her arms tighter around her body. The rain was closer now, bringing the harsh wind that came with it. Lilly shook from the cold and the tears as the rain started to come upon them in a light drizzle.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth over her shoulders and Oliver's jacket wrapped around her. It was a great comfort from the cold rain coming down above them. Oliver stood infront of her with a look of sadness in his eyes. The rain started to leave wet splotches on his white shirt as he looked down at Lilly. She noticed he'd grown a bit taller than her. Not much, but she liked it. It made her feel like he could save her. Even though, she knew it wasn't true, she felt he could save her from the sadness. Her tears now mixed with the pouring rain and her hair was matted against her face, as well as Oliver's.

"It's not your fault..." He whispered as he hugged her tightly. Lilly burried her face into his strong chest and sobbed. "It's not your fault..."