(A/N): Here's the next 4 chapters of To Mend A Broken Heart. I hope you all like it. I love writing song-fics and I was wondering if any of you had some ideas of songs I could write a mini-story about. Some ideas I've gotten are Goodbye and 7 Things both by Miley Cyrus, but I was wondering and you guys had any other ideas, I'd love to hear them. So just send me a message or reply to a chapter, and I'll definetly get back to you. Anyways, thanks for reading!

To Mend A Broken Heart

Chapter 4: That's Just The Way We Roll

Tears; an unconceivable emotion. An emotion that hangs from the eyes; water that falls, drips, drops, trickles or streams, all depending on the situation at hand. Raindrops from eyes of a lover, believer, caregiver, mourner, giver, taker, receiver, what ever the story may be, it's the one thing that unites us all. It's the one thing that keeps everyone normal. But right now I felt so far from normal, what had just happened? The events of today had flashed right by, stunned me, he had left; he was gone. And like so many times in my life, I was alone, with no one, nothing. It only took a few seconds for it to hit me, causing me to slink to the hardwood floor beneath the sofa. I cried, cursed, suffered, hated and was overall, distraught. You know how in movies people say that they can't live without someone and every single time I rolled my eyes because no one ever felt that way in real life, but now I understand. They don't mean that they CAN'T live; it means that they don't want to; they lose all hope. Todd was my glimmer of hope through all of the pain and stress in my life. He was only going to be gone a week, but what if someone else got to him? Someone prettier, funnier and less stressful. How could I last week without his laugh, his smile, his eyes, his hair, his voice, his scent, his character, his lips, his arms, his hugs, his kiss, his humor, his love, his comfort, his relief, his…?? It isn't worth it; he's gone, he's not coming back for a week and it was my fault. I can't get over what happened, how much pain I was caused, but here I go again, talking only about me. Todd was put through as much and maybe even more pain then I had been through, 223 cuts, covering his thigh; scars, reminding him everyday of the pain, the two years he spent defending me and those cuts proved his love. I needed nothing else; Todd was and always would be mine. He was coming back, 7 days, 7 more, long days. I knew that he would come back, but I still sat there on the floor crying, praying for my fiancé to walk through my front door.

Three days later, nothing had changed. Still crying, still worrying, still hoping, still praying but I was currently sick. I guess crying so much can really mess up your stomach. Leslie had come over yesterday and stayed the night just to listen to me cry and complain but never said any discouraging words and just listened. Right now she's holding the hair away from my face as I throw up into the porcelain bowl in front of me.

"Miley…you need to stop crying, you're killing your stomach."

Wiping my mouth and standing to go brush my teeth at my sink, tears still flowing down my cheeks, I spoke, "I can't. He…I…nevermind." I placed the toothpaste on my toothbrush and began the two minute ritual that took place now about every 3 hours.

"You've been throwing up every few hours for the past day and a half."

Spitting into the sink, I said, "My nerves can't take this, I'm shaking. I'm completely out of control of what's happening to me."

"Todd is probably in the exact same position…"

"Todd…" I said, crying again.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Come here." she said, walking towards me and enveloping me in a hug. I soon had to sit due to the vast amount of tears and shaking overtaking my body. "Miley, you need to stop this though. Would he want you to be doing this? He wants you to brave and prove to yourself that you don't need him to be happy. Please Miley, stop crying and stand tall."

"Les…you don't get it. It's my fault, I can't forgive myself, my selfishness caused him to leave and I could have stopped him, I could have stopped him, but I didn't. I'm in love Leslie and not seeing, feeling or just hearing the one you love is the most heart wrenching thing I've ever been through."

"Miley, just think, he'll be walking through that door in 4 days. He doesn't want to see you crying; he wants to see you happy and wants to see a smile on your face."

"I know… it's just so hard."

"But you can do it. Now, I have to leave for my trip to Washington to check out the campus before I move there, so promise me that you'll be ok."

"I'll be fine."

"Ok, Miley." she said, giving me a hug, "I'll see you in two weeks and I expect to see your fiancé latched to your arm."

"Don't doubt it for a second. Thank you Les."

"Anytime, Miley, anytime." and with that, Leslie walked out the door. I walked to my bedroom and lay down on my bed to take a nap and hopefully gain access to more tears for the crying already scheduled for the hours ahead.

I walked outside to my car after taking care of Miley. She was such a mess and Todd had just left her to fend for herself. I understood what he was trying to do, but did he know that she would be so torn up? My phone then began to ring, revealing a text message. 'How is she?' I replied, 'Todd, she's completely distraught. She's been throwing up the past 2 days. You shouldn't have left her.' A few minutes later he responded, 'I had to, I didn't want to, she just needs to prove to herself that she IS strong. I miss her so much.' I then typed back, 'She misses you too and is waiting to see your face again.' He then typed back, 'Just make sure that she knows that I still love her.' I then ended the conversation with, 'Todd, she knows that more than anything in the world. That's the only reason she isn't dead right now; she has something to live for. I'm leaving for Wash. so I won't see you until I get back. Bye Todd.' They are so perfect for each other; Todd couldn't even last ½ a week without knowing how she was doing. Let's hope that in less than a week they'd be back in each others arms.

I never quite understood why I went over to Miley's house; I had a strange feeling that something was wrong. I've heard from so many other people that Miley and I read each other so well that it freaks them out. I guess other people have different kinds of relationships, but I love that Miley knows almost everything about me and I know almost everything about her; it keeps us close knit and even better friends. We can get crazy and maybe a little loud…ok a lot loud, but our friendship has never been fake, unreal. I guess knowing everything about your friends can be a downside; call us freaks, but that's just the way we roll.