A/N: Before we get to the story I want to let you guys know that this is the last chapter, except for the epilogue that is next. I honestly wasn't expecting this to the last chapter but that's just how it turned out to be. Oh and something else important, if you followed me on twitter TheMsBrandy1 I want to let you know if you didn't already that I have officially closed that account because I was having problems with it but I made a new one and you can follow me xRadiatingLovex I will follow back if you want me to :) But please follow me =]

Miley pushed her auburn locks out of her face as she entered the all to familiar mansion. She took her sunglasses off and placed them onto of her head, thankful that they managed to keep some of her hair out of her face. She practically skipped into the large, hand crafted kitchen. Her smile brightened when Savannah came into view.

"You look even happier then yesterday when you visited," Savannah said, looking over her shoulder as she continued chopping the vegetables.

"What's there not to happy about?" Miley chimed. And she was right. Ever since her and Nick made up those two months ago everything in her life began to get better with each passing day. Her and Nick's relationship was stronger and they hadn't had one single fight. Demi was getting the support she needed from everyone, she even started going to a 12-step program. Now she was free from the drug abuse. Ecstasy was back up and running. But the best thing, Mr. Carter came home. His cancer wasn't gone but it was getting better and that gave her hope that he would beat this cruel disease for good.

Savannah giggled at the chippers girl enthusiasm and all together good spirit, "Mr. Carter is out on the deck," Savannah motioned to the direction where Mr. Carter spent most of his time since he was released.

"Talk to ya later," Miley waved behind her as she walked towards the back deck.

She hummed her own tune as she strutted to the doorway they led to wide oped back yard. She smiled seeing Mr. Carter sitting in his rocking chair, his back toward her. Her smile slowly faded when she saw the class cup knocked over on the floor beside his foot, still with milk running out onto the wooden planks that made up the white deck. She slowly started walking over, praying to God that he was just too tired to pick up the glass. Taking the last step behind him, she brought her grip to the wooden knob on top of the chair. Closing her eyes one last time, a tear dropped out of her eye and landed on her cheek. She sniffled and leaned forward, she placed her hand on his shoulder and shook him gently.

Nothing.

Again, she shook him.

Nothing.

She shook him violently, her whimpering sounds mixing in with the creak of the old wooden chair that rocked from her pleading force, "Please," she cried, still shaking his shoulder, "Don't do this to me!" she screamed falling to her knees.

She grasped onto his limp hand and leaned her head against his arm, shaking violently, "Why?" her voice cracked.

She stayed in her position as countless footsteps ran out to them. She cried harder when Savannah knelt down to her and wrapped her arms around her. Miley cried in her chest, barely even able to catch her breath.

"How's she doing?" Denise asked sympathetically, as she entered Nick's living room.

Nick sighed, "Not good," he shook his head, looking down. The truth? Miley was a wreck. She wasn't talking or communicating in any way, she just cried. Nick didn't know what to do except hold her but he wanted, no, needed to do more. He couldn't stand seeing his love so broken and lost. But why did this have to happen now? Everything was going so smooth and perfect. Now, she was going down hill and he was afraid. Afraid that she would never heal after this. Afraid that this would tear her down for good.

Miley's lip quivered as she listened to Nick's and Denise's conversation from inside Nick's bedroom. She rubbed her hand over her forehead trying to soothe her headache caused by crying all day. Her face was flushed and wet. The same as Nick, she was afraid for the same reasons. She didn't feel like she had any strength left. Mr. Carter was her strength but he couldn't even beat his cancer. He was gone and never coming back and she was gone and was worried she would never come back.

She sobbed harder and harder, placing her face in her hands. She heard the door creak open but didn't care to move. Her whole body shook in the strong arms that snaked around her waist and the lap she was now seated in.

"Shh," Nick whispered, placing his face in her hair, by her ear, "You're going to be ok. You're not alone and never will be," he stroked her back and rocked with her gently.

Miley sat emotionally worn out on the toilet seat inside the churches ladies restroom. She had her hands folder in her lap and she aimlessly stared down at them. She ignored the single tear that fell from tired eyes. She didn't want to be at a church under these circumstances. But here she was anyway, seating in a bathroom as everyone else were waiting for the funeral to begin.

"Miley are you in here?" Demi's concerned voice rang through the air tight room. Miley sniffled, hearing her own echo followed by Demi's heels at the bottom of her stall door.

"Come on, Mi," Demi pleaded, "I know this hard but you have to be strong for Mr. Carter. He would want you in that room today and you know he would," Demi sighed when Miley didn't answer, "Ok, have it your way. Miss the funeral and enjoy this guilt for the rest of your life."

Miley wiped at the cascade of tears that fell down her flushed cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut as the door slammed. Demi was right and she knew that, which made this so much harder. She breathed and stood up. Before she left the restroom she tried to fix her make up the best she could.

Taking one last breath, she opened the huge double doors that led to the service. She stopped when the room turned silent except for a few whispers. She soflly smiled at everyone and nodded, trying to seem comfortable with all eyes on her. As quickly as possible she walked down the rest of the aisle to the front row. She took her seat in between Nick and Demi. She smiled thankfully at Nick when he intertwined their fingers and gave her hand a soft squeeze.

"Miley," The preacher began, looking at her, "Would you like to say a few words?"

Miley smiled and let a single tear fall from her eyes. She looked out of a stain glass window as the sun started beaming through it, "He knows," she whispered.

The preacher simple nodded and continued.

After the funeral the Denise and Paul set up a barbeque in their back yard. As Miley walked entered the get together with Nick and Jonah, she thanked them both for their nice act.

"Miley will you play with me?" Jonah asked, looking up at her.

Before she could respond Nick spoke, "Bud, Miley had been through a-"

Miley placed her hand on his chest softly and smiled, "Of course I will play with you,"

Miley giggled as the little boy jumped with Joy and ran off. Turning to Nick she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him closer to her. She slightly stood on her toes and kissed him gently and slowly. Leaving her lingering touch on his plump lips, she pulled away, "Thank you for everything," she whispered then ran off to find Jonah.

A/N: Review Please :D! Sorry for the sucky ending :( I was just running out of ideas for this and I didnt't want to drag it on and have it become completely boring and not good. But I felt it was time to end it but remember there is and epilogue. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED THE LAST CHAPTER! A special shout out to XOXOSmileyMileyXOXO who reviewed one every chapter a few days ago and made my reviews shoot up! Don't forget to follow my new twitter xRadiatingLovex Come say Hi or say anything at all =]