Ok first things first this isn't the end of the story. I just had this idea so I wrote this as an end for people who are bored of this story and wish for closure on it.

So this might not be the end end. Depends on what people want to see. If you want I will write a sequel which will ignore this ending.

Anyway read and I will explain more at the end.

It had been over a year since Miley and Lilly had spent that wonderfully disastrous night together. Miley had gradually changed over time into more of the person who manhandled Lyndon that night. She had steadily grown more distant, turning into more of a loner and pushing everyone away.

Oliver was nothing more than a distant memory, even though he had tried to keep things the same for several months. But even he realised that Miley was no longer the friend he once had. She was no longer the daughter that Robbie Ray adored, no longer the little sister that Jackson had always secretly held dear. No longer the nation's favourite teen pop sensation. No that had stopped when she had stopped when she lost her voice. It wasn't so much that she had lost her voice because of a sore throat, it was that she had lost the willingness to speak. No one had heard her voice for nigh on a year.

Lilly had never gotten better. She was in a persistent vegative state that baffled doctors. There was no reason that she was in this coma like state. She was alive but showed no outward signs of life. Her eyes had long since been closed and she no longer moved. She had never re-emerged from the darkness that was only held at bay by the light that Miley once had. All light was gone now, from both the girls' lives.

Miley had blamed herself for what happened.

Lilly had blamed no one.

No one had ever placed any blame. But Miley grew paranoid. She thought that everyone blamed her. It didn't matter if people knew what had happened or not, they all blamed her.

She felt everyone's eyes on her, even though no one looked.

She saw the hate in people's eyes, even though there was none.

She saw nothing in Lilly's eyes.

The only time the pain she felt went away was when she slept. When she slept she dreamed and when she dreamed they were together.

Lilly could only dream. Her dreams consisted of mainly two things; Blaire and Miley. All the memories she had held at bay of her sister came back, flooding her perceptions and forcing her to remain in the darkness. Even when she dreamt of Miley, the darkness remained.

Miley saw her everyday. She spent as long as she could by her girlfriend's side. Miley didn't like it when Miley had been moved to the mental hospital. The stupid mental hospital with its stupid visiting hours meaning she couldn't be with her love always. But when Lilly was moved back home Miley felt happy.

Happy. That was the extent of the Miley's feeling. Happy, sad, depressed, empty. That was all Miley felt.

Lilly felt nothing except pain and sorrow, even with Miley. Her split lip had never healed.

Miley was empty. She wanted to go to sleep so she could be with Lilly, but there was a limit on how much the human body could rest. It wasn't good enough for her. All she wanted to do was sleep. Sleep forever.

Miley lay at Lilly's side, not knowing if she could even feel her there. She looked over at the clock. 2:45. 3, 2, 1...

As if on cue, Lilly's mother poked her head around the door. Miley feigned sleep, not wanting to answer awkward questions. Lilly's mother drew her head back behind the door and went downstairs. Miley heard the front door slam and figured that Lilly's mother had gone shopping like she always did this time on Friday.

Nothing like routine the old Miley would have thought.

The new Miley thought nothing.

She set her plan in motion. She wasn't going to live her life watching her love waste away and die. She wasn't going to live through the torturous hours each day before she could sleep again. She was going to sleep forever. And she was going to set her love free of her prison of darkness.

She reached over and withdrew the gun she had found in the attic from her bag. It had been in bad shape when she found it but she had worked on it the many weeks since she had found it. She had almost lovingly restored it to its former glory if she was capable of such a thing. Also if you could indeed call a gun glorious. The soft light coming in through the bedroom window glinted off the newly shined barrel. She had found it with two bullets. Anyone would have thought it ironic, but Miley thought nothing of it.

She aimed with a surprisingly steady arm. For the first time in a year she showed some form of emotion. She let a single tear fall from her left eye as she started setting herself and her angel free.

Two shots rang out in quick succession across the nearby beach. Everything and everyone went quiet. Nothing moved. Nothing dared to make a sound. It was as if everything was paying their respect to the lost lovers.

When they were discovered they were not mourned. A few may have mourned the passing of the young couple, but those who had known them, those who were important, had finished grieving a long time ago. After all, they had both been long dead.

So what do you think? Do you think I should write a sequel? Of course the sequel would be set in an AU because kind of hard to follow on from this ending.

So the sequel would not follow on from this ending. It would be a continuation of the story without either Miley or Lilly dying. Everyone would be alive but not quite happy.