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Why Did Destiny Choose This?

Chapter 3

I have been waiting for so long

I shut my eyes and let the echoing sounds of the lobby drift from the wall to wall, and through my mind. I let out a long tired sigh. The footsteps of women in their high heeled shoes clicked and clicked and clicked as they walked from place to place. The men's dress shoes made a tapping sound as they either followed or led the women from room to room. I heard the revolving door swing open, and the buzz it made when it span. A sudden rush of warm air came through, causing my hair to slightly brush over my shoulders. There was a car horn sounding not far off. There were whispers from people in the lobby talking about various things such as how gorgeous the hotel was, and how their stay there would be so grand and glamorous. There was also the chatter about people's personal lives. There was a woman not to far off, who was possibly talking to one of her companions about how she feared her husband might leave her. She had small hiccupped sobs that echoed. I feel bad for her. Her love leaving her for someone else, or possibly he was already seeing his mistress. I felt a pang of guilt hit me in the pit of my stomach. It was what I wanted to happen; for Oliver and Becca to not be together. But it would cause Becca too much pain. I knew how much Becca loved Oliver. He was one of the only people that would make her eyes sparkle with joy and happiness. I remember when he told me how his proposal with her went. Just thinking about how happy he made her, made me feel like the guiltiest person alive. I felt as though I should be locked up for ever thinking of causing that much emotional pain on one person.

Flashback:

I was sitting in Lily's dorm room, which was only across the hall from my room. She knew how I felt when Oliver had told me about Becca earlier that day. We stayed in her room and talked all day with a tub of Ben and Jerry's Cookie dough Ice Cream, being out third companion.

"So how'd you do it?" Lily asked referring to how Oliver proposed to Becca. Oliver had his smile on that was brighter than the sun itself. He thought of himself as the luckiest guy on Earth because Becca had said yes. He looked happier than I had ever remembered.

"Well I walked with her around the beach down the block. Then you know the gazebo that's in the middle of the beach?" He paused and waited for Lily and me to answer, even though he knew we had been there numerous times. I nodded.

"So I asked her to follow me, and then she did. Then I asked her to sit down on the bench, and I took out the ring." Lily squealed. I showed a fake smile, or the "mask". I looked at Oliver. His eyes showed pure and utter bliss and cheer. His smile showed nothing but delight and enchantment. I felt sad, that there was someone out there in the world that made him happier than I ever could. At the same time I was happy for him, because he had found the girl he was looking for almost all his life. I felt like crying just because it wasn't me. But I couldn't afford to show that to him. I couldn't ruin his happy hour. What kind of person would I be if I took away the happiness he felt? Not a very good one.

"Did she like the ring?" I heard Lily ask. Oliver had a confused expression on his face. I looked up at Lily.

"Of course she did Lily. I bet she loved it." I said while trying to choke down my tears. I looked at Oliver, and tried to smile; but the only thing that showed upon my face was a small grin that looked like nothing compared to the emotion he showed in his. I felt tears start to trickle down my face.

"I'm sorry. I just remembered I have a term paper due tomorrow. I gotta go. Congratulations Oliver." I excused myself and walked out of the room. I shut the door with a loud thud. I ran back into my room, closed the door, and slid down the wall, crying hysterically into the palm of my hands.

End of Flashback

I opened my eyes. What kind of person am I? If Oliver ever left Becca, she'd have to feel like I feel now. That would be wholly and completely cruel. It should be punishable by death, causing that much pain upon one person. I opened my eyes.

"Lily, I'm such a terrible person." I whispered. She looked over at me with a confused expression on her face.

"No you're not Miley." I nodded.

"Yes I am Lily. If he ever did feel the same way, she'd be the person that's feeling like I am right now. She'd be out here crying, instead of me. I wouldn't want to do that Lily. I wouldn't want to make someone cry like I'm crying right now. It'd be wrong. It would be cold-blooded." Lily stared at me.

"But it's how you feel. You can't change that Miley." I shook my head. I felt small tears begin to fall down my face once more.

"I can't do something like that to someone Lily. I have to change it, not matter what it takes. I'm not going to let someone else feel the way I do now. I can't let that happen." I sniffled, and wiped away the tears that started to accumulate at the rim of my chin. I used the palm of my hand, and wiped my face. I looked around for the woman who was previously talking about her husband. I saw her sitting at the bottom step of the cascading grey marbled steps. She had her face buried in her hands. Her sob were making her shake violently. I noticed that her friend was no longer sitting next to her. I felt condolence for her state of mind. I looked over to the end table that was next to the gold chair. I pulled up several tissues from a box with three swift movements, and got up. I walked over to the woman, and sat down next to her. I tapped her on the shoulder, and offered her a tissue.

"Excuse me ma'am. I know I should've have been listening to your conversation before, but I don't think you, or anyone should have to go through this." She thankfully accepted it, and wiped here eyes with it.

"Thank you. I didn't think that anyone would ever care about someone like me. I did deserve it though. I had it coming to me." She sobbed. I tried to comfort her.

"No one ever deserves something like that. No matter whom you are, or what happened to you. No one deserves that kind of torture." She slowly smiled from behind her falling tears.

"Thank you." She answered. I nodded, and stood up. I walked over towards the chair, where Lily sat. She had a slight smile on her face. Once I sat back down she turned to me.

"You're such a suck up." She kidded. I lightly shoved her on her shoulder, and gave her a 'that was rude' look. She smiled. By the time I had returned my attention back to the woman, she was halfway across the lobby, and headed towards the elevators. Her face was tears stained, and she wore a small grin. I turned my head so that I faced the marble floor. My reflection was still the same, but there was something different about myself that I couldn't identify. Something that perhaps my perspective of things had changed, and I looked somewhat less pathetic, at the same time my pettiness still showed. I sat b back into the plush chair, and tilted my head up. The gold crusted leaves stayed there as if they were mocking me.

"He still loves her, and there's nothing you can do about it." They seemed to say.

"Even if they separated, there would be nothing that would say he would be with you." I closed my eyes and tried to make the words that were etched into my head disappear. I won't let that happen. I thought. There's no way I'm gona let everything remind me of him. I can't let this take over me. Even if it already has, I have to stop it. I sniffed, and looked around, avoiding the ceiling. I tried to imagine the things that reminded me of Oliver to be nothing but decorations inside a hotel lobby; my attempt failed, and all that was in my mind as his voice, his smile, and his deep chocolate brown eyes. I let out a grumble of frustration. Once again I felt hot tears welding up from my eyes. No Miley no. Don't give in, don't cry just because of him, just don't. I felt Lily place here hand on my back as I doubled over in my seat. I held my hands to my face. Don't let this happen again, fight back the tears. I sniffed, and my face began to grow hot with anger and annoyance.

"Miley it's okay to let it out." Lily whispered. I shook my head lightly, making my hair fall over my shoulders, making it fall downwards. It almost touched the floor, was stopped several inches about the white marble. I felt my hands grow wet with cries. A few tears slipped from my fingers, and fell onto the floor, causing the pure white marble to be dotted with water.

"It's not okay Lily…I-I c-can't k-keep on crying I-I c-can't. Look what's h-happening to me. I'm l-letting this t-take over my l-life. It's useless to be s-sitting h-here crying, because it's becoming a w-waste of my t-time. No m-matter what I do, I can't change anything. I can't m-make him not l-love her and then make him l-love me Lily. It's b-both impossible and it's not r-right." I said in between cries. Lily rubbed my back trying to comfort me. She had nothing to say. I continued to cry. This will be the very last time I will ever cry for him. I can't keep lingering over it. After this, I move on. My cried became hiccupped, and louder. I didn't care if anyone heard, because this was it. My last chance to ever cry over him again. Nothing could stop it. Even if what I wanted came true, I wouldn't let Oliver and me to be together. I wouldn't be able to let Becca suffer like that, and if she did, I wouldn't want to be the cause of it.

I felt Lily push something towards me. Once I realized that it was a tissue, I thankfully took it and held it to my face. My eyes were beginning to hurt, from both crying, and the continuous use of dry and rough tissues that the hotel had. I decided not to use the tissue, and griped it in my hand. I bared my teeth, and clenched my fists. I was angry. Angry at myself for ever falling into something like this. Angry at myself for ever continuing my feelings for him even when he started going out with Becca. Angry because I was so stupid for ever loving him. My body started shaking violently from my cried. I felt Lily try to hold me down, and comfort me. Her try worked slightly, and I managed to change the violent trembled into moderate shaking. Lily lifted me up, and placed me on her shoulder. She had her arm wrapped around me, and my falling tears remained. She wiped the hair that stuck to my face, and pulled it back.

"It's okay Miles. It's okay." I lightly nodded, and tried to convince myself that thing were okay, and that it was all going to be okay; despite the fact that I knew things were never to be the same. Things were never going to be considered "normal". Then it hit me. I could never ever be friends with Oliver again. My violent shaking took off again. What was I going to do without Oliver? What was I going to do if I needed him? What was I going to do, when… Nothing. Nothing at all because there was nothing I could do.

Flashback:

Oliver was always there for me, not matter what. If I needed a hand or if I felt upset, he was always there at any time of day to cheer me up. But when Becca came into the picture, things slowly began to change. When I needed him, he was there; it just took him longer to get there. His excuses were always because he was with Becca, or he was thinking of what top get her for her birthday or Christmas. Once, I remember that I was at a Hannah concert. I guess that the stadium was too hot, because I remember collapsing, and being brought to a hospital. Once I woke up, I was in a hospital bed, and Lily was sitting next to me with a worried expression on her face. She still had her Lola costume on. My dad wasn't far. He stood by the door, watching the people in the halls pass by, and making sure that no paparazzi could get through, due to the fact that I went under Hannah Montana. I looked around and saw Oliver was no where to be seen, but I didn't say anything. The doctor came in with his little clipboard with my charts and records.

"Hello Miss Montana, how are you feeling?" He asked. I nodded.

"I feel fine." I answered.

"Good, now what happened was that I think that the stage you were on perhaps had too many lights, and that you just overworked yourself. All I want is for you to take it easy for a few days. You should be good as new in about a week." I nodded. All of a sudden I saw Oliver rushing in through the door.

"Oh my god Mil—I mean Hannah. I am so sorry I couldn't get here earlier. I was shopping with Becca, and then there was no reception in the mall when Lily tried to call. It took me fifteen minutes to get to a spot where I could hear what she was saying, and then I had to rush over to get Becca, before coming here. Hannah, I'm so sorry." He pleaded for the acceptance of his apology. I grinned slightly and nodded.

"It's alright Oliver, I understand. I'm okay any way." He smiled and went to the other side of my bed. After then, it was always the same excuses.

"I was with Becca." Or "I was trying to look for something for Becca." I eventually gave in to everything he ever told me, and forgave him every single time. I couldn't resist letting him be unhappy.

End of Flashback

My eyes started to burn from the crying, but I ignored it. I could stop crying when I wanted to, but this was the time I needed to just let everything out, no matter how self centered and vain my feelings were. This was my last chance to cry everything out. This was my last chance to just let myself feel wallow in sorrow and pity. I might as well take it to my advantage. I sound so self-conceited, so egocentric. I should let him have his life instead of always asking him to be there for me. He shouldn't have to be there for every little cut or bruise I get. I was taking control over his life. I felt a pang of regret hit me. I felt so sorry for ever making him leave Becca and tend to my every whim and need. I was so, so, so, so, sorry. I calmed down, but now I hated myself. I hated the fact that I took control over him. I hated the fact that I was so needy, and that I needed Oliver to always be there so solve my every little problem. I was twenty-four now. I had to live my own life, instead of having Oliver just help me through everything. I needed to be more independent.

Suddenly the door to the hall opened. There was a song that flowed out the door and through my ears. It was memorizing. The beat and tune sounded so familiar. My tears subsided and I wiped my tears away. I listened to it and realized that it was the song that Oliver and I called ours. It was the song that we would both jump up to and dance like crazy. I closed my eyes and let the memories be thought over.

Flashback:

We were at Oliver's fifteenth birthday party. It was at the beach. Lily, Oliver, and I were all dancing like mad. The sun had started to set in the distance causing streaks of pink, orange, and purple to streak the sky. Becca couldn't be there because she had a family gathering to attend to. She couldn't get out of it because her parents had forced her to go. Suddenly a song came up from the speakers of the D.J station. Oliver and I started bursting out, singing every word to it. Lily stood there dumbfounded. She neither knew the song, nor what in the world Oliver and me were singing. When the song ended, we were cracking up, and Lily was still just bewildered.

"From now on, that's our song." Oliver announced. I smiled, laughed, and nodded.

"Okay. Whatever you say. After all it is your birthday." We continued dancing through the night, and so many laughs erupted from our mouths. Most of them because Lily didn't understand a joke or something. As the sunset evening faded into a dark blue night sky, the songs changed from upbeat, to slow, steady songs that couples could dance to. Lily at the time had a boyfriend named Marcus, whom she had met during her little sister's birthday party. He was the older brother of one of her sister's friends. I was still single.

"Now I feel left out because Becca's not here." Oliver said. We were sitting on the stools in front of Rico's. We watched as Lily and Marcus danced slowly, staring into each other's eyes.

"I'll dance with you. For tonight at least. Becca can have you back tomorrow." He smiled and nodded his head. I took his hand and led him to the dance floor. He put his hands around my waist, and I put mine around his neck. We were so close, I was afraid that he could feel how fast and heavily my heart as beating. I never wanted that night to end, but sadly it did, and Oliver was once again Becca's.

End of Flashback

Once I opened back my eyes, I saw that the door as still opened, and the end of the song was being played. At the door, stood the very person I was crying over. The very person I wanted to forget about. He was in his white shirt, forest green tie, and black pants. He looked around, as if he was searching for someone. I wanted to disappear that very moment. I didn't want him to see me. Especially because I was crying over him…

A/N: Oh no! What's gona happen next!? Please read and review because it would be so nice if you did. I would have updated sooner, like around last night, but I didn't. I'm sorry, so once again please review, because the sooner you do, the sooner I update!