Miley

They'll miss the taste of wanting you

Call out your name like I still do

They haven't said a word that's true

And they only hold you down

In this heartbreak world of just imagine

The tired talk of better days

In this heartbreak world where nothing matters

Common let's make this dream

That's barely half awake come true


Nick got out of the car and walked quickly to her side to open the door for her, only to find out that she had let herself out.

"Oh," he said, hoping she didn't hear him as he turned around and walked back to his own door and locked it before walking back to hers and locking it as well. She waited for him to step up by her side, and when he did, they started walking.

He took her hand and turned his head to look at her as they approached the restaurant. She looked back at him, and he smiled. She returned it with a fake one. And she knew he could tell.

They walked inside the restaurant, hand in hand. A waiter seated them, and they ordered. When the waiter had left, they just sat there in silence, both of them not knowing what to say, until the waiter came to their table again and gave them their drinks.

Then they sat in silence again, Miley silently sipping her sparkling water from a straw as she looked to her left, out on the street and watched the people pass by. There were several couples holding hands as they talked or giggled or laughed loudly, sounding so in love. A girl even laughed so loud, that Miley heard her genuine laugh. That had been her just a few months ago. Hand in hand with Nick, strolling down the streets. Happier than she'd ever been in her entire life.

"Miley," he suddenly said, making Miley jump a bit as her teeth let go of the straw and she looked back at him. She put the glass down on the table when she saw his eyes; so filled with confusion and sorrow. "What's on your mind?"

Miley looked down on her hands, folding them in her lap.

"I know I'm right when I say that something's wrong." he said, trying to catch her gaze, which was impossible as she refused to look any further than the edge of their table. "Please, Miley, just tell me what it is so I can fix it."

"But you can't, Nick," Miley said and looked up on him with a stern look on her face. "This isn't something you can just fix with the blink of an eye."

"Just tell me what to do." he whispered with a tender look on his now puppy dog-looking face without even trying. It used to make Miley melt when he made that face; now it just made her feel even more guilty.

"I can't." she whispered back, raising her eyebrows, slightly which automatically told Nick that she was sorry.