No matter how many times I was told that it wasn't her fault, it didn't matter. I didn't care if she wasn't to blame, it wasn't even about that. I had no idea what it was about. All I knew was that I hated her. I hated her curly brown hair and her now upbeat attitude. I hated that one scar that just would not disappear from her face. I hated how every time I looked at her, I was reminded of last year, or more so, him. It was a freak accident, but I couldn't seem to ever get it off my mind.

I guess it didn't really help that I was driving up the same road it happened on. It especially didn't help that I was looking for the exact spot. The windy roads were terrible to drive on at night, but I didn't care. Not one bit. It had taken a full year for me to get the courage to come up here, to stare straight at the thing that had ruined my life. But I had to. It was the only way I would ever be able to move on.

Not that I would ever actually move on. It wasn't possible. I lost the love of my life, literally, and I lost my best friend, in spirit. It wasn't fair that she was the only one to make it. It wasn't fair, that out of the four buses, that one was the only one to skid of the side of the road. It wasn't fair that he died, and along with his life, went a part of mine.

So driving up the road, I had time to think. To just think about why I hated her, and about what my life was going to be like from now on. I couldn't just live in the past. I couldn't still hold on to junior year forever. I had to let go. For Oliver, and for myself.

When I pulled up to the drop-off, just where it had happed, I got out of the car. I could barley see a thing.

Minutes after I pulled up and got out, another car pulled up behind mine. An older man, probably in his mid-forties, stepped out of his car and came to look over the drop off too. My blonde hair blew around in the wind, causing me to shiver slightly.

"Where's everyone else?" asked the stranger.

"What?" I whispered barley audible.

"Whoever drove up with you? This isn't any road to be driving on alone at night."

"Oh, they're… around." I lied.

"It's extremely dangerous up here. You see that?" He pointed down the edge to a path with trees roughly drawn to the side. Exactly what I was looking for. "About a year ago a bus ran straight off the road. Tragic really."

Old news buddy.

"Oh yeah, I heard about that." I said calmly.

"I guess it couldn't have been stopped. But it's still horrible. I knew one kid on the bus. He didn't deserve to go. But then again, no one does." he said.

It was then when I started thinking about why I actually hated Miley. It wasn't because she was the only survivor. She didn't deserve to die. Like he said, no one did. It was because she was the one who last got to see him. The one who got to hear his last words. The one who saw him take his last breaths, and I only wish, I could have been there. She was his only friend there, because I just had to come on retreat a day late. I just couldn't miss my precious skate board competition. I guess the reason I really hated Miley, was because she was there for him, while I was back in Malibu.

"There was only one survivor on that bus. It's horrible, you know?"

I knew.

AN: Ok so like my first one-shot. Very sad. It's sucky I know but I'll try to make them better in the future. Please Review!! I got my inspiration from a book called "Walk Two Moons". Really good book, read it sometime!

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HoneyAndTheMoon