AN: Wow, another one-shot. Any ideas for one-shots anyone? Let me know. Lol, and I am working on trying to get a Likayla story up, because someone asked for one, but for right now, enjoy the Liley-ness. In Lilly's POV.

I sat next to her everyday, my tear streaked face showing everyone how I truly felt, although I always tried to act like I was the strong one.

She was dieing. We all knew it. She would wake up for hours at a time, only to fall back into unconcesness. I hated myself for this.

I hadn't asked her what was wrong that day, and she ran away from everyone, not bothering to look back. I had tried to catch her.

I found out later her brother had gotten killed the night before. I immeditly felt horrible. She lost her mom, then her brother, and the only thing she could think of was to run.

I was chasing her, and I saw the car coming right at her. The driver didn't have time to stop. It was like the world stopped moving as I watched her body fly into the air, then land on the ground motionless.

Now here we were, sitting in a hospital almost three weeks later, and I was praying to myself that she would be ok. That maybe she didn't have to die yet.

I looked at the clock, and read 11:50 pm. I prayed that she wouldn't die, not yet, not today.

"Lilly?" her soft voice rang out. My head snapped up, and I looked into her eyes. "Your awake" I said, stateing the obvious.

"What happened, all I remember is my dad telling me Jackson was gone, then running, and you chasing me, but after that everythings blank" she said.

I gulped and took her hand in my own. "You were hit by a car, Miles, the doctors don't know how much longer you can live" I mumbled.

Miley frowned. "Lils, you know I love you right" she said, suddenly. I nodded my head, not wanting her to see my crying, although I couldn't hold it anymore.

"I love you too Miles" I said, and kissed her cheek lightly. Miley smiled at me for a second, before her dad came in, happy to see her awake again.

"Hey Miles, how you feelin" he asked, most likely knowing the answer. "Ok, I guess" Miley mumbled, looking slightly pained at the look I had on my face.

Her dad nodded, giveing me a smile before walking out. I smiled at Miley, as she fell into a uneasy sleep again. My cell phone rang, and I glared at the screen.

"Oliver?" I questioned, picking up the phone. "Is she ok, just tell me she's ok" Oliver yelled into my ear.

"No, she's not, and most likely won't be Oliver, where the hell are you" I asked, glaring at my phone.

"On my way" Oliver mumbled. "Well maybe you should have never left" I yelled, before hanging up the phone. Then the most tragic sound I've ever heard filled my ears.

The heart monitor flat-lined, and doctor's rushed me out of the room, despertly trying to save the young girls life.

But it was too late. 12:01 AM, December 26 2010, Miley Ray Stewart was pronuced dead.