Gone.

Chapter Three: Photos & Letters.

Oliver's Point of View

Thursday

27th November 2008

There should be a limit on greif. Like, you can cry yourself to sleep at night, but only for 3 weeks. You can turn around, certain you heard her called your name, but only for a month. You are allowed to see her in the corner of your eye, then turn around and realize it wasn't her, but only for 42 days. You can dream about her every night, for 50 nights and 50 nights only. And, she will stop being in every one of your thoughts after 60 days.

I wonder if she keeps tabs on us, If she knows that me & Miley barely talk any more, we sit together at breaks, but even though we aren't talking about her she lingers between the words. That Miley gave up Hannah Montana and none of her fans know why. I wonder if she knows I haven't smiled or laughed since the 1st of November 2008. And, even now, almost a month since her death, she is all I ever think about, even when I'm asleep.

To me, the worst dreams have always been the best ones, the ones where a dead loved one is alive or you have the girl of your dreams, to me those two dreams are the same. But when I wake up, and I realize she is dead and not going to ever come back to life, Can't help but ask myself, what could I have done to change it. If I had sat in that seat in the limo I would be the dead one and she would only have a broken arm. It's no use, because however many things I could have done to change it. There's no way I could change it. I keep thinking about Miley's speech 'When we die we'll meet you in heaven' or something like that. Everytime I think of it, If I get to see you again, Maybe death isn't so bad.

As I walk through the shops I wonder what I can put on your grave, I know Lily never liked flowers very much, I find a plain, plastic frame. When I open my wallet I see my favourite photo of Lily, Miley and Me. I pay for the frame and make my way to the cemetary.

Miley's Point of View



Dear Lily,

I know it's stupid to be writing you a letter, I know you have been dead almost a month. I want to talk to you so bad. I haven't smiled since I last saw you, I keep dreaming that you are alive and then realize your not. The only time I'm ever happy anymore is when I'm asleep. I also want you to know that your death has made such an impact on everyones life, even Jackson. I gave up Hannah Montana, because I can't stand the thought of walking off stage and there's no Lola. I know it sounds stupid. But I can't do it without you. I don't even go into my big wardrobe anymore because everytime I do I look at my shoes and think about the time you said you would take my shoes is I died, who's going to take them now? Every thing I do, reminds me of you, Lily. Why did you have to die? Every family dinner we sit and eat silently, Jackson has barely gone out and Dad hasn't cracked a joke since the 1st of November 2008. I don't know how other people do it. I got my cast off. It was only a fracture. I'm still on crutches though, Oliver got his cast off to. I wish you were here getting yours off aswell. Because if you have just broken a bone you would be alive. I wish I had, just a minute longer with you then I did. I haven't talked about you, you know. Not since your funeral. I hope you know that everytime, at school, at the beach, at the shops, I see two girls having fun. I think of us, and what we would be doing right at that moment, if you weren't dead.

I hope your happy wherever you are, it's gotta be alot better then this. I miss you.

Love, Miley

P.S. I'm going to drop this off at your grave now. I haven't visited you for a week.

I fold up the letter, put it in an envelope with Lily written on it. And put that in my pocket. I walk down stairs and see Jackson sitting on the couch.

"Jackson. Can you give me a lift to the cemetary?" I ask him.

"Okay, sure Miles." He answers polietly. He likes to visit Lily to.

Oliver's Point of View

I walked to the cemetary. It only took 10 minutes. I try to visit you at least once a week. Once I get to your grave, I get the photo frame out out my bag and the photo out of my wallet, it's a bit crumpled, but still good. I put the photo in the fram and place it in front of Lily's grave.



"I think you should have this. You were always begging me for it when you were alive." I sit down and look at a photo that wasn't there last time. It's a picture of Lily in what looks like Miley's room. I just sit and read Lily's gravestone over and over;

Here lies Lily Truscot

10th March 1992 – 1st November 2008

In our hearts, but in God's care.

I hear footsteps behind me. I turn and see Miley and Jackson.

"Hey Oliver." Jackson greets me witha smile.

"Hi Jackson, Miley." I say.

"Hey." Miley replies. She sits down next to me and puts an envelope adressed Lily next to my picture.

"Nice picture." Miley comments, nodding at the picture of her, Lily and me "She always wanted it."

"I know, she has it now." I said. Miley just looked straight ahead at Lily's gravestone. Then she started crying. I put my arm around her and she leant on my shoulder.

"I'll be in the car, Miley. I'll give you a lift home to, if you want Oliver."

"Thanks." I said to him and he walked off.

"People keep saying it'll be alright." Miley said through her tears.

"I know."

"I want to believe them, But I don't. It's not the same without her." She said.

"Same. I wish she was alive. Or if she could at least send a sign, to tell us that it will be okay." I told her.

"Yeah." She said.

"When is Hannah Montana going to make her comeback? People think she's died." I tried to change the subject.

"She is. She died with Lily."

"Lily wouldn't want-"

"I know Lily wouldn't want it. People keep telling me that. How am I supposed to proform when everytime I will look into the wings I won't see Lily's colourful wig and enthusiastic smile?" Miley cut me off. "How?" She stood up. "Can't you see? It's my fault she's dead! If Hannah Montana didn't exist Lily would be alive! We wouldn't have been on that part of the road at that exact moment and the car wouldn't have smashed into us! You can say it's not my fault all you want, but you'll always know it was my fault."

"I don't think it's your fault, Miley. How in the world were you supposed to know this would happen?"

"Sorry for yelling. Can we please not fight in front of her?" Miley said looking at Lily's photo. Miley sat back down "Do you want to come and watch a movie at my house? When we leave." Miley asked me.

"Sure. Why not?" I responded.



"Do you want to go? Jackson's probably getting bored in the car." Miley said.

"Yeah."

"Bye Lily." Miley said.

"Bye Lily." I said to her picture, and with that we left.

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