Demi P.O.V.
Seeing Miley like that broke me. She isn't the kinda of girl that you see moaning about her life, she is the one that can sit and listen without saying a thing about her life, but she is also the one that would fight with you about what she believes. That was when we stopped to talk with each other, aka when I stupidly started to ignore her.
The same girl that is now laid in that bed receiving that horrible treatment, was the one that fought with me to go to rehab, I will not say that she was nice doing it, she would actually shout all the trues at my face, in a way that I couldn't deny a single breath that she took, not like she was wrong, it was me, I wasn't ready to listen it all, who would, after all? I was in denial and she was the one that would take anything to make me to admit my own problems.
Then came the time where I was betrayed, well that was what I thought back then. Explaining, one day, just after hours at the studio, I walked inside my house, to find her hugging my mother while she cried, before I had any chances of running both looked at me, for a moment I ignored my mother and looked at Miley yelling "you're the worse friend in this world, that's why you always end up alone, you think you're so much better than anyone else, but in the end you will die alone." Miley looked at me saying calmly "demi, please, understand, I did it for your best, I'm worried ok? You are killing yourself while you pretend that everything is alright" "Just go please you have done enough damage, don't mind coming back." After that, and the treatment that I went through I was too afraid, too suborn to listen to anyone, too full of my own pride to talk to her, no meter how many times she called, or the times my mom talked to me about her, about how much she needed me back then, about the fact that she did what was best for me, even when she most needed her friends… But still, my pride was stronger.
Not anymore, sometimes you need things like that happening to notice that you can't even think about living without someone. When my sister told me about her cancer, I couldn't breathe, there was too much tension inside me to think about anything else. My mind was all about the friend that had the courage to risk our friendship, who betrayed me to save me, the one that would listen to me every day no meter how depressing it was, the one that was a real friend. Then the thought about her dying come to me, dying, and the last thing I told her was to get out of my house and never come back.
I went running to the hospital, god, I hate hospitals so much, I hate every little thing about it, a few minutes after the so famous Jonas trio appeared with a shocked face. "Frankie told you guys?" I asked, "Yeah, he did, I guess it was the same with you and Maddison… Nick tried to talk to Miley, just like half an hour ago, but she only shouted at the phone, I mean, I do not judge her, we totally ignored her existence for what? Two years? Who does that? We are real jerks."
NICK P.O.V.
I don't know what is going on, I just listen to then talking I have no idea about what. The girl I love, the one that I will always do, the one that I couldn't live a day without thinking about her big ocean blue eyes, her wavy brown hair, her shinny smile that always makes me smile together, even when she is at TV, her beautiful laugh, so soft, but so true, her songs, every think about her made her unforgettable. The girl that I loved but that I let go, the public voice shouted louder back then, they said that she was a slut, that she was no good, that we had probably lost our virginity since we got together, I listened to then, not to my heart, not to her, just to the ones that back then I thought that was all I needed to be happy. Poor me, I couldn't see how much I needed her, how much she made me happy.
I will make her mine, I will make that smile shine for me, just because I know I she need me just as much as I need her.
God, how much I miss her, miss holding her strongly in my arms, she was the only one that loved my bear hugs, just as much I loved giving her piggyback rides, miss her lips connected to mine, miss sleep cuddling with her… I just miss her too much.
No one P.O.V.
The three boys and the girl were anxious waiting for the end of the treatment. Something about an hour after the encounter the friend appeared in the hospital corridor, with the help of her father. The friends rushed to talk to the exhausted girl only to hear her say that she wasn't felling alright to talk in the moment.
Disappointed, but understanding, the friends went home.
Here It is peopleeeee..
Episode 3 for you guys…. I think 4 is coming soon, cuz there is a class that I hate (okay, more than one) and I am writing during it!
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Thanks for everything!