AN: I got the idea for this from the book Behind You, about death. I highly reccomend it. :D OK, read on, and please criticize, it helps greatly!
Miley's POV
It was a beautiful fall day. The kind that makes you really think about how beautiful life really is. But not me.
I went walking for the first time. Before this day, I'd spend every day numb. Waking up and moving through the day in a fog. But not today.
I rounded the corner leading back to my neigborhood. I felt the tears welling up as I approached the spot where she...she...left. I won't use the word.
I held myself in a sort of self-hug. I closed my eyes and found myself...screaming. I opened my mouth and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed.
Lilly's POV
She just stood there, screaming. I touched her shoulder, and looked at the girl I loved for so long without telling her...I always thought she felt differently. Until the night I left, when my sould shook free of it's body and I began to drift away...I heard her say softly, whisper to my dead body...I love you. I wished with everything in me that she would be happy, that she would continue on in her life, move on, and live happily. But as I stood here invisibly, watching her scream, I came to a realization that underneath my transparent well-wishings, I realized that I didn't want her to move on. I wanted her to grieve, to never forget me, so that a peice of me would still be in the world. I'm such a hypocrite.
Miley's POV
When I finished my scream-fest, I took a deep breath and felt a cold breeze or something brush my shoulder. I thought about all the times I felt Lilly still there with me.
flashback
Miley sat in her room, listening to her CD player, letting the hip-hop wash away all her feelings on top volume. Jackson came into the room, waving his hand in front of her face, mouthing "Dinner's ready," Miley took off her headphones and through a pillow at her brother. You show him, Miles Lilly seemed to say in Miley's mind. She laughed and said "I miss you, Lilly," Jackson gave her the weirdest look. Later he asked her about it, but she couldn't put into words how she felt Lilly's presence there, with her, somehow just beyond her grasp but she was still aware of it.
Lilly's POV
Miley turned back toward home, tears welling up in her eyes. I knew she couldn't see or feel me, couldn't communicate, but despite all that I wanted her to know that I loved her. That I missed her.
There are people who say death is an end. In a way, it is. But despite all I've lost, I have a feeling there's more. That this is just the beginning.
I sent a silent goodbye to Miley's retreating figure, and suddenly the immense seperation between us felt vast and so...real. But still, I wanted her to know that I loved her.
Miley, you're loved," I said silently. I wonder if she ever got the message.