A/N And here is the promised second chapter...FINALLY! Am currently working on the next chapter, I promise! Don't hate me for being slow...please? I was dropped on the head as a child I swear! (no seriously I really was :)
Miley what the fuck are you talking about?!
That was all Lilly could manage to think after she received the letter. It had arrived in the mail for her this morning, with no Return To Sender address marked on it. She'd left the letter on her bed, not really interested in what it said. It was probably just junk mail. But when she got home from school, she'd stared at the envelope. There was a small, circular lump in it…her curiosity got the better of her.
She ripped it open and disregarded the letter enclosed. Instead she shook the envelope, trying to dislodge whatever was stuck in it. She almost forgot how to breath when she saw a familiar looking ring slide out.
"No way…" Lilly breathed out slowly. Laying in the palm of her hand was a simple silver band with a small sapphire stone. It was the promise ring Miley had given her only two years prior. She'd returned the ring to it's owner less than two months after receiving it. The small band brought back unwanted memories of hurt, guilt, and lies. She knew who had sent the letter now, and why the sender hadn't included a return address.
Lilly didn't want to open the letter. But after almost two years…why did her ex-girlfriend choose now to send it back. And…why? Lilly though guiltily back to the night she'd dumped Miley. She was pretty sure she'd shattered the brunette's heart when she handed her ring back.
Lilly had never forgiven herself for hurting Miley, but had yet to regret it.
She had her reasons and she stuck by them.
The letter…should she read it? Lilly didn't want to, she didn't want to rip open wounds that were just now starting to heal. But maybe…maybe she owed Miley this.
So Lilly ripped open the letter;
Dear Lilly,
I have to tell you I'm sorry…
Lilly's eyes widened in disbelief as she read on…Miley had blamed herself all these years. For everything that was Lilly's own fault. Her heart ached painfully but she soldiered on through the letter.
Daddy won't speak to me,
just like you….
'Oh god Miles..'
So where do I go from here,
when I don't feel like I'm here…
'Don't Miles, don't say it…"
Hey Lilly?
What would you do if I died?
'FUCK! I said don't…'
I still love you, so do you love me?
Lilly, you have to know…
'Don't tell me Miles, I don't want to know…I don't!'
I'm dying.
"SHIT!"
Lilly quickly scanned the rest of the page until one line caught her eyes. Horror and disbelief flooded her face, and she let out a strangled cry…
So I'm going to do it myself.
Stop dragging it out,
and finally step out of everyone's way.
This wasn't a letter from Miley.
It was her suicide note.
The lonely blond wandered down the hall of her apartment builting. It was way too late for her to be out of their apartment, even though she had a good reason.
She looked down at the simple white envelope she was gripping so tightly.
How dare she...
She was so angry...the thick white paper was crumpled up in her fist. She practically threw it into the mail slot, almost as though she was repulsed by it and couldn't wait to wash her hands of it. It was all she could do not to cry tears of frustration.
She was exhausted, emotionally and physically...
Some would say she just wasn't thinking straight.
MILEY RAY STEWART!
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?
How dare you send me a letter
that should've never been read…
Why am I even bothering to reply?
You might already be dead!
Alright…alright…
I'm sorry Miley, I need to calm down…
But how did you think I was going to react?
Damn-it girl, don't you ever think?
Look Miles, I'll wait to give you
a real piece of my mind in a minute.
I've got some stuff to say,
and you need to understand.
Look girl, we're messed up
you and me, and it just can't be fixed.
The time we had together was amazing,
but it had to end eventually.
And if you really love me,
you'll pull your self back together
and stop talking about this
"ending it" shit.
Look Miley, all I'm saying is…
I don't regret what we shared,
and I did love you.
But it's time to move on…
I'm sorry you're family
is taking this so hard.
And I really hope you're doing okay
But I'd be an idiot not to
realize you're not.
What do you want me to say?!
Miley, you're scaring me,
we might not be together
but don't think I don't care.
And don't you fucking DARE
do what you wrote to me about…
You know…
Killing you're self.
I'm not stupid, I can read between the lines.
How…how did you find out?
That you were sick, I mean.
What is it…exactly…
Never mind, I don't want to know.
If I had one wish Miley…
I wish you'd let go
of you're grudge
against my mom.
You just don't know,
You don't understand.
She didn't mean to hit me Miley, honest!
She was just shocked, and scared…
She loves me Miley,
She just wants what's best.
Look Miles, I've got to go.
Don't you dare think,
of letting go either.
Or I'll never forgive you.
Lilly.
The blond woke up the next day, regretting almost everything she'd put into that letter.
She sat in her room all day, curled up on her bed watching the rain hit her window pain. The reminents of another hurricane were hittign New York City. She hated storms...despised them. The thunder and lightening frightened her more than she would ever admit, and they often lead to sleepless nights and nightmares for her.
There was only one person who'd ever made her feel safe during storms as bad as this...
The little brunette, 3000 miles away...who probably thought Lilly hated her...
Who might already be dead...
Did she ever get her letter? Lilly hoped not.
Desperatly she gripped the ring Miley had given her, she held it tightly as she could.
The brunette had read Lilly's letter...the eighteen year old knew that for sure.
A week after sending that awful letter...another letter arrived for her.
Dear Lilly,
Stop making excuses for you're mother.
Love always,
Miley
Instead of reassuring Lilly that the brunette was still alive (though not well due to the mysterious cancer she'd apperently been stricken with), the length of the letter made Lilly worry more. It was so short...too short.
Maybe she was just being paranoid but...
She wrote another letter just in case. If Miley kept answering...
Right now, Lilly desperatly wished she were in Malibu.