Hello hello :) I just came home from vacation in France today, so that's mainly why I haven't posted anything. So I've written some more on the trip, but it's in a notebook and I'm on my computer at my dad's house (my parents are not together) and the updated story is at my mom's house, which is what I've written the continuation on, so that really sucks :( I don't remember how many chapters I've written at my mom's house, sorry. But I have an unfinished chapter 11 on here, which I've definitely finished. I think I'm at chapter 13 so I thought what the heck :)

And the second thing I have to adress is that I KNOW that I changed the lyrics for Demi Lovatos song Remember December. The last line i originally, "please remember, remember December" but it didn't fit so I changed it :)

Enjoy! Please review btw :D And yes. This chapter is really short. Sorry. 492 words.

Miley

I feel a separation coming on

'Cause I know that you want to be moving on

And I wish it would snow tonight

you walk away;

avoid a fight.

'Cause I feel

a separation coming on.

Don't surrender, surrender, surrender.

Please remember, remember, remember.

The next few days went by quickly for Miley. Her parents and nearby living family came to visit her and her best friends, Lilly and Oliver came with bunches of chocolates and boiled sweets. Miley remembered them, but in comparison to Nick, they weren't much fun to spend time with when you had to lay in a hospital bed and all you could do was talk, play boardgames or something Miley would rather do herself, like reading or watching a movie. But with Nick it was different – he came every single day and told her about all of their memories, and Miley felt the deepest connection to him. He just understood every word she said, he made their stories so interesting and he made her laugh until she cried. He was so compassionate and from the things, he told her, she could tell that they had been a good pair; they had been able to be there for each other for the good times and the bad times, and Nick told the bad times so good, it made her cry as much as the good times made her laugh or cry too; but of course the good memories brought out happy tears.

He always brought her something, a picture or a bill from a restaurant they had been at together and told her the memories behind the things that he brought her. She felt so lucky, that he was there for her, and she felt his eager to help her recover and regain her memories of him.

"No I did not!" Miley laughed and held her aching stomach.

"You don't even remember." Nick said, laughing just as much.

Miley hit him playfully.

"It's not like I don't want to remember." she said, controlling her laughter.

"I know." he said, suddenly looking serious as he looked down on his hands. Silence interrupted them.

"It's not your fault," Miley whispered. "Even though I don't remember what happened, I know that it wasn't your fault."

"That's the thing, it was my fault." he said and looked up on her.

They were silent for a while.

"Don't you remember?"

"I told you..."

"Just try." he said and got up from his chair.

"Nick, I've tried! Damn it, do you know how hard I've tried! I want to remember you so badly!"

"Maybe you're just suppressing something..."

Miley shook her head lightly as she looked down.

"Please ..." he said. "Please remember!"

"I'm sorry ..." she whispered.

Nick looked at her as if sorry just wasn't good enough; then he turned around and left her room.