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Despite his determination that he wouldn't read Lilly's note he had left, Oliver

desperately wanted to know what lay inside it. Once he got home, he placed the note on

his desk and tried his best to forget about it. It didn't work out very well. More than

once, he grabbed the note and unfolded it, but he couldn't bring himself to read what it

said. So he would refold it and put it back on his desk. He fell asleep with Lilly's note

still haunting his thoughts.

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The next day, Oliver woke up with an unrelenting sense of dread. Miley came

and said her goodbyes, crying the entire time. Miley and Robbie Ray waved as Oliver

climbed into the car with his parents. Oliver watched everything he had ever known fade

away as they got further and further from his house. When they finally reached the limit

of Malibu, Oliver reached into his pocket and opened the note.

Dear Oliver, he read,

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this before, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings

since you are obviously in love with me. I don't like you, and I never will . . .

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"No!"

Oliver sat up in his bed, drenched in sweat. He saw that it was pitch black outside

and opened his phone. 5:47, it said. He breathed a sigh of relief as it hit him that he still

hadn't left yet and he hadn't read the note. It had all been a dream. The note was still on

his desk, unread. Oliver turned on the light and walked to the desk, Lilly's note staring

up at him.

I'm sorry, Lilly, he thought. But I just can't do it. Please forgive me, but I have

to know. His hands shaking, Oliver unfolded the piece of paper with Lilly's words

scrawled on it.

Dear Oliver,

I'm so sorry that I didn't have the guts to tell you this in person. I'm also really

sorry that I haven't told you before. I was just so scared of what you might do. Anyway,

that's why I'm writing you this letter.

Oh, why can't I just spit it out? Oliver, I love you. I have for years. I know that

you probably don't feel anything for me, and are most likely even disgusted that I ever

thought about you that way. I just had to tell you, because I may never see you again.

Your friend forever,

Lilly

Oliver's mind spun with happiness and astonishment. Lilly's words echoed

around his brain. Oliver, I love you. I love you. I love . . . Tears rolled down his cheeks

as the anxiety and fear that had haunted him for years freed itself from his heart. He fell

back on his bed, laughing and crying from relief. He felt like he could do anything: jump

off a cliff, go skydiving, tell Lilly that he loved her . . .

Oliver sat up. Lilly! Outside, it was still dark, but he didn't care. He knew that

he had to see her, to make things right. He haphazardly threw on some clothes, grabbed

his shoes, and ran out the door towards Lilly's house.

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Meanwhile, Lilly sat on the beach, legs up to her chest, hair a mess, and face wet

from crying. She hadn't been able to sleep at all that night, knowing that her secret was

in Oliver's hands. The rolling waves would usually soothe her whenever she had a

problem, but now, they only deepened her grief as she remembered all the times she had

spent with Oliver there growing up. Through every important part of her life, in every

memory, he had been there. He had always been there for her and now he was leaving.

Lilly choked back a sob. A rumbling sounded in the distance. She looked up to see dark

thunderclouds penetrating the clear black sky. She felt a raindrop hit her forehead, then

another, and another. The next thing she knew, it was pouring down rain and she was

completely soaked. Lilly was indignant.

"Of all the stupid, sentimental things to happen, it has to rain after I get my heart

broken?" she yelled out to the sky.

Miserable and wet, Lilly laid down on the wet sand and closed her eyes. It didn't

matter to her if she got sick from being in the rain. It didn't matter if she laid there all

day. She didn't care anymore.