"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to Lily Truscott! Happy Birthday to you!" Everyone at the party sang.

Lily smiled and blew out the candles, all 25 of them. Her husband of 4 years, Oliver, wrapped his arms around her. All of a sudden, Lily groaned, and took a step backward.

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Lily was rushed to the emergency room to deliver Oliver and her baby. Everyone at the party was waiting outside in the lobby, but Oliver was allowed to follow Lily into the emergency room.

Hours passed, and it seemed like they would never leave this plain, white-walled hospital room. The doctor continued to yell, "Push! Push!" and Lily continued to squeeze Oliver's hand. The baby was still not coming out. After 5 hours, the doctor declared that surgery was needed to save Lily and the baby.

"No!" Oliver cried. "Lily!!" Oliver was being forcibly escorted out of the room as the surgery began.

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Oliver had waited another hour in the lobby. He had told everyone what had happened. Apparently, Mrs. Truscott suddenly had a seizure, and was rushed to another emergency room. Oliver felt incredibly guilty, no matter how much his friends and family tried to assure him.

Finally, after nearly two hours of waiting, a white-coated doctor walked up to Oliver.

"Mr. Oken, I'm sorry to say, but we were unable to save your wife, and the baby." He declared sadly.

"N-No…Lily!" Oliver cried and ran into the hospital room, where Lily was still laying on the bed.

But Oliver would never kiss those silky strawberry lips again, feel the warmth of his only true love sleeping next to him at night, laughing and joking with her at day. Oliver would miss her boyish personality, her love for skateboarding and surfing. But most of all, Oliver would miss the love, the emptiness in his heart that used to be filled by love, Lily's love. The only cure for what Oliver was feeling now is for Lily to come back…but everyone knew that she wouldn't. Just by looking at the flat line on the screen.

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The rest of Oliver's life was a blur to him. He walked around without thinking, went to work without thinking, and took care of himself without thinking.

He attended Lily's funeral, where he must have shed a gallon of tears. But no amount of tears would bring Lillian Anne Oken back. Even the baby, their baby had died in the birth.

Oliver had a case of survival's guilt. He now had therapy sessions for depression every week now. Oliver had never made another friend; he had never once gone out with anybody else. The only people whom he could share his pain was with Miley Stewart and Lily's parents. So he kept away from them. He felt that nobody could feel the pain he is now.

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Malibu Times

Therapist Dr. G.A. Brown has expressed his guilt for being unable to save patient X, whose identity as Oliver Oscar Oken has been confirmed by his parents. Oliver Oken has been suffering from extreme depression and feels survivor's guilt for the death of his wife, Lillian Anne Truscott and their unnamed baby, during birth.

Therapist Dr. G.A. Brown and Oliver's parents and friends had declined interviewing rights, however, unconfirmed reports from the police put Oliver in the state of near-death, when he had attempted suicide at approx. 2:24 AM yesterday morning. He had attempted to…continued on page 4A

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Miley Stewart was crying in the laps of her husband, Jake Ryan. She was going to stay strong; she would not commit suicide like Oliver had. She was going to give her two best friends since 7th grade the best tribute anyone could hope for.

That night on stage, Hannah Montana sang an extremely sad song, a sad song following the lives of Oliver Oscar Oken and Lillian Anne Truscott.

The End.

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Please, no flames!!!