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A/n: Hi everyone! Okay, so I might be updating a little bit more because all this week I have a break and more free time to write:D So here's chapter eleven!

Why Did Destiny Choose This?

Chapter 11

Whose heart shall not be broken,

Do you ever get the feeling that you're in the wrong place at the wrong time? That sometimes things just happen, and you can't control the outcome even if the change is utterly devastating? Then sometimes you feel like that something happens for a specific reason. That something was there to tell you that something was up and that you needed to pay attention to it because it would make the difference between the devastating and your happy ending. Well that was what was going on right now. I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach that I had to disappear, or things would happen all over again. Things that would make me break the promise I made to myself. Things that would make me fall even harder if possible. But then again I had the feeling that this was supposed to happen. I didn't know why though. Maybe it was a sign, but who knows? Who could ever tell? It was fate's decision to make things happen or to keep them exactly the same way.

"Lose your things again?" He asked as he picked up my clutch and handed it over to me. He had the smallest smirk on his face showing that he thought I was so wholly predictable. As I took my small bag from him, his fingers lightly brushed against mine, causing a tingling feeling to go up my arm and throughout my body. I felt my knees slight to give in from weakness, but I forced myself to stay controlled and collected. I put on "the mask" and let out a nervous chuckle.

"Yea. Aren't you supposed to be on a flight to Venice right now? You know, for your honeymoon and all?" I asked while trying to make my voice not quiver from pain. Oliver shook his head lightly causing his hair to shuffle a bit and fall over his eyes. He had his lips pursed together in a way that showed that he was kind of uncomfortable to be there at the moment for some unknown reason.

"The flight got delayed because there were a few problems with the plane. Becca hates waiting, so I thought we could change the flight until tomorrow. I don't really like her not being happy." I slightly bit down on my bottom lip at the sound of her name, but quickly put the smile back on. He smiled lighting up my mood once again. The intensity of the joy in his face did nothing but spread to me, despite how horrible and gruesome I felt. Just then Becca tapped Oliver's shoulder lightly with her pointer and middle fingers. He turned around and greeted her with a deep intense kiss where he had his hand on her waist and the other on her left cheek. I had an extreme urge to turn away, but I couldn't help but to look and wonder what it would be like if he was kissing me at that very moment instead of her. No, I have to stop thinking like this. I can't stop wondering what it would be like. It's just wrong. I mean I can't ever think about a way to hurt someone like the way I feel right now. It'd be so cruel, too cruel. Once they pulled away Oliver blushed heavily causing his smile to turn into a shy grin, like when a little boy had just told the girl he liked how he felt, and she gave him a kiss on his cheek. Becca held her hands and looked shyly around on the floor.

"Oh, hi Miley! What a surprise! What are you doing here?" Becca asked once she realized I was there. Her voice showed that she was in the happiest mood she could possibly be in. I smiled at her even though it was so hard to do. Fight the heartache.

"Hey Becca, I accidentally left my bag in this taxi so…" I started drifting off when I saw the wedding ring on her finger. She had her hand on Oliver's shoulder. The ring's diamond shined brightly, and the sun's light only made it twinkle a little more. In a sense it was almost blinding, but it could make any blind person be able to see again. Once I realized that she was still waiting to hear the reason I was there, I snapped back up. "So, yea I had to get it back because all my stuff's in it. Who knew a taxi could go so many places?" I chuckled lightly. She smiled and laughed her contagious laugh.

"I can't tell you how many times that's happened." She said as she slightly rolled her eyes; I let out a wimpy excuse for a laugh and shuffled my knees which rested on the leather seat of the car. It slid making a small squeaking sound.

"So where are you going?" I asked out of curiosity. Becca tilted the corner of her mouth slightly as if she had something to say that she really wanted to tell someone, but she didn't want it to sounds as though she was bragging.

"We were thinking of going to a hotel nearby, and just stay there until tomorrow so we wouldn't have to go all the way back to Malibu and then here again in the morning. Like a pre-honeymoon thing." She said with a smile as she turned to Oliver. He seemed to be spaced out for a moment, but turned back and nodded before giving her a quick peck on the cheek and smiling a smile that was brighter than the sun itself. Why is he doing this? Why does he have to make everything harder? The horrible feeling I got in my throat came back. The feeling that told you that you were on the brink of crying. I cleared my throat to try and get it to go away, but it didn't. Please not now. I really can't cry now.

"That sounds like a really good idea…" I said while slightly drifting away. "Well I should get going, have fun!" I said while slowly walking back to the first cab. I noticed that Lily was walking in my direction slowly. I stopped in my tracks and let out a sigh that meant. 'I really don't want to have to stay any longer.' She held her wallet in one hand and shut the door to the car with the other. The driver sat there counting some sort of money, so I was guessing that Lily had already paid him and that he could go on with his day instead of waiting around hand and foot. Lily smiled when she saw Oliver and Becca.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" She asked cheerfully. She turned to me and realized the position that she had put me in. She quickly showed and expression that said 'Sorry!' and returned to a smile before she gave away what she knew.

"Well, our flight got delayed, so we thought we could go to a nearby hotel and just have a pre-honeymoon." Becca explained quickly. She said it as though it was the sweetest thing in the world and that she would never get tired of explaining the situation over and over and over again, even if she was old and needed someone else to explain the story just because she had forgotten. I felt a slow jealousy rising and desperately tried to bring it down. Stop it! You can't do this to her.

"Awe." That sounds so… romantic." Lily said which pausing to find the right word to describe the situation. Becca flashed a quick smile that would make any dentist proud. Oliver just simply nodded and looked around for something to keep him pre occupied. The door to the taxi was still open and the driver inside impatiently taped his fingers on the steering wheel. How come Oliver's acting like this? It's so unlike him.

"Well we should be going now. Wouldn't want to 'interrupt'." She put air quotes around interrupt. There was a sudden pause in between all cars and honking. It was as if that was the very last moment I would ever truly get to see Oliver face to face, and time had stopped just to let me embrace it. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. I flashed a smile. A smile that was actually hiding the crumbling, tormenting feeling that I truly felt. He smiled back, probably thinking that I was happy for him. It's not that I wasn't. If someone asked me to write a book about how happy I was for him, it would be never-ending. It's just that I felt such a deep hurt, that sometimes that feeling of pride would disappear into the dark abyss of other mixed emotions. At that moment, it was well hidden deep inside somewhere in my heart. All that I felt was the need to go away before I was to cry. I felt the urge to be a coward and just run like no other. But I knew I couldn't. I wouldn't. Right now I had to stay there, and remember the very last details of him before I had to go. The very last details that I had to remember forever and ever. Once time had returned to its normal pace, there was a loud horn that sounded. It would probably be heard for miles if not for the walls of the airport that prevented it from traveling any further and alerting some other people that there was some impatient person that needed to get to some place.

"Bye Becca. Bye…" I almost choked on the lump in my throat. "Goodbye Oliver." I said in almost whisper. They both nodded and for some reason, the smile on Oliver's face turned into a blank nothingness. No emotion protruded from the wall that was now put up between him and me. I turned around and started walking in the direction that Lily led me in. Her arm was looped into mine to guide me. She knew how badly I felt. She knew that she had to be there or I'd lose track of where I was going and run straight into the oncoming traffic. That would hurt, but it would hurt somewhat less than how I was already feeling. I walked slow, almost not moving at all, but Lily didn't mind. She stood there letting me wallow in self-pity before trying to make me feel better. Like she always did. It was part of what made Lily, Lily. It was what made her such a good friend.

"So, what do you want t-" she started, but was cut off.

"Miles! Hey Miles!" Someone shouted from behind. I turned around causing Lily to do the same. Oliver was lightly jogging towards us. His goofy smile had returned to his face. His hair waved with each step he took like those lifeguard at the beach. Please don't do this to me Oliver, please. I nibbled on the inside of my cheek in angst.

"Yea?" asked trying to sound eager instead of sounding like I was about to crawl into a mental breakdown which was how I really was feeling. He stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he was several inches away from me. I let go of Lily's arm and crossed them over my chest and waited for the reason he was there. All he was doing was causing more pain, and he didn't even know it. He suddenly pulled me into his arms and into a large hug. I already knew that my facial expression showed that I was deeply confused. But I didn't pull away. I gave in and put my hands around him and leaned my head against his shoulder.

"I'll miss you Miley." Oliver whispered into my ear. I'll miss you more than ever.

"It's only going to be two weeks Oliver…" I lied. Stop, please just stop. You don't know how badly this hurts. As sweet as this might be that he's saying this; that he's saying what I said to him seeming to remember every little detail of what I said to him the night before, it hurts just too much. The whole stepping into traffic thing actually sounded like a good idea at the moment.

"But it'll feel like forever…" he whispered. I felt tears about to spew out of my eyes but I managed to hold them down with all my might. I closed my eyes tightly holding him a little harder. He seemed to not know how to react, and held me like I held him. My heart was pounding insanely inside my chest. It felt as though at any given moment, it would give in and I would stay there motionless, but nothing happened. I was still standing and all of my emotions were still intact. I felt my voice so close to shaking. Actually, my whole body was close to shaking violently in hiccupped sobs, so loud that people would turn their heads. People would think I had lost a limb or that I was going insane. As if I'm not insane already.

"Forever's too long." I said in a low whisper. Hopefully he wouldn't notice how scared and upset I sound.

"I know, but don't worry. I'll be back soon." He said thinking that I would be back when he returned. Maybe I'll still be here. But just maybe. No I couldn't...

"Okay." I tried to say as happily as possible. He let go finally. I saw that his eyes were slightly glossy.

"You wimp." I said in realization of what was really happening. Why's he crying? He smiled and his eyes turned to normal.

"No I'm not. I get teary because of the sun..." I looked up. The sun was facing me, not him. Why was he doing this? What's going on? I shrugged it off thinking that it was a simple nothing, though I knew later I'd be ripping my hair out trying to figure out what really was going on. I nodded.

"You should get back to Becca now. After all, she is your wife and all." I said. I managed to let out a giggle.

"That sounds weird…My wife." He said with his hands in his pockets. He had a shy look on his face.

"It does…" I said with a small smile on my face. "Now go!" I said gesturing towards the cab where Becca was sitting in. He nodded slowly, never looking up. When he finally did turn up, he smiled. It was as if that one smile was the last smile I'd ever see from him. Even though I was still debating on whether I was moving or not. He started walking away. I turned around with a semi-smile on my face. Lily smirked. I looked at her.

"What?" I asked tilting my head to the side a small grin still on my face. She crossed her arms.

"You've got it so, so bad." She said in a tone that meant 'You're in such a mess.' I furrowed my eyebrows and looked down. My facial expression had changed in an instant from as happy as I would probably ever be, to my previous confused face. I looked down at the cemented floor, and back up at her.

"I know…" I whispered as tears slowly came to my eyes. I broke my promise. Great job Miley. Great job…

A/n: Oh my! Haha, but any way. Awe, what's going to happen next!? Please read and review to find out next time on: Why Did Destiny Choose This! It would be so kind if you did:D