Summary: Jake Ryan left Miley Stewart just like that. She's hurting. But maybe, just maybe, he's hurting too. Twoshot.

Never

Jake Ryan walked briskly out of the hotel lobby, the polluted New York air filling his nostrils. As he climbed into the limo awaiting him, he looked as his watch once again: 5:00 am and it was only Monday morning.

Jake spoke the name of the set he needed to go to – not that he needed to, the driver already knew. Nonetheless, the limo driver nodded, and while merging into the traffic, Jake looked out at the passing cars, the buildings … but he really wasn't seeing them.

His head snapped up, however, when the limo driver turned on the radio and her voice filled the car.

"So Hannah, are you excited for the concert tonight?"

"Yeah, I can't wait! It's going to be so much fun. Lately I've been stuck in my house with nothing to do … this it going to be great."

"Oh really? Why have you been stuck in your house? Having any guy troubles, Hannah?"

"Um, no," Hannah stuttered. "I just haven't been up to going out," she tried a laugh, but it just came off as a non-human sound.

So, she's having just as much trouble forgetting about me, as I am her… Jake thought. But even though he heard her voice all the time; on the radio, the television … It still didn't make him feel any better.

It was still dark in New York City; the streetlights casting a glowing beam down upon the road. Jake's eyes followed the light with his eyes; it seemed like they were moving so fast. He shivered. He felt cold all the time, ever since the break up.

Jake Ryan, for once in his life, felt completely alone. He felt as though he was closed off from the rest of the world. Just Jake. And a screaming mind.

"I wonder what it feels like to die… 'Cause it feels like I'm dying."

"Pardon me, sir?" the limo driver raised his eyebrows in the mirror to look at Jake.

"Um, nothing," Jake said, not realizing he had spoken aloud.

Jake blinked as the sun started to rise. He hadn't gotten much sleep over the past few weeks; he'd been up all night, thinking of Miley. Just the mere thought of her name, tears came to his eyes. Jake Ryan does not cry, he thought to himself. Then why do I cry almost every night?... Maybe Leslie cries? Jake almost laughed at the memory.

He just wished he could touch her again. Touch her as though she his property once again. Maybe she could save him from the depression-like state he had fallen into..? He didn't know, but it seemed as though just one touch of her hand could save his life.

"Mr. Ryan, we've arrived at the set."

Jake nodded, and stepped out of the car. Even though he knew her father wouldn't let her, and she probably wouldn't even let herself; he wished she would turn up at the set … say she forgave him, and all would be right again. Come on Miley; don't let me down. I have to be with you somehow … someday. I promise you we will be together.

He walked into the building, remembering that they were filming one of the romance scenes today.

"Hey Jake!"

"Good morning, Mr. Ryan."

"Hey, sup?"

Several people greeted him with smiles on their faces, but he barely managed to nod at them. He didn't even know who he was anymore; not without Miley. I just want to be with you, baby.

And, as always, Jake knew it was hopeless to even think Miley might show up … or forgive him. What he had done; leaving like that, it was just too dumb … stupid … idiotic. He knew it now, but it was too late. He just wished he'd realized it sooner, then he'd still have her.

And, as the director called action, Jake plastered a fake smile on his face. Like he always did, but no one ever noticed.

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AN: Merry Christmas, and review please =)