Dear Nick,

Hi. It's me again. So you didn't write back. Well, that's okay. I mean, I guess I was kind of hoping you would, but you don't have to. I'm sure you're still mad at me. Anyways, I was thinking about that night again. I hate to make you remember it even more, but I have to. So you are going to have to be strong.

Mikayla was really nice. And she was beautiful. But…did you ever really love her? Whenever I saw you with her, you always looked so…absent. Like something was missing. I know you liked her Nick, but, was it real? When she opened the door and saw us, you didn't look like you cared much. That's a little harsh, I know. But it almost seemed like you wanted to stay with me in that closet. Like you didn't want to chase Mikayla down. I'm not sure what lies you told her that made her believe you, but in the end she decided it was my fault and decided she hated me. In a way it was my fault. But it was even more so yours. And you pretended I'd been some sex-crazed slut who had just jumped on top of you. You weren't thinking of anyone but yourself.

I remember those few minutes like it was yesterday. Somehow the party had gotten crazy. I guess since you and Mikayla had become so popular, we thought we were above just dancing away our prom night downstairs. No, we were too cool for that. We were on those upper levels, just under the roof, that someone with a lot of money had paid for. I remembered feeling scared and alone. Mikayla was off being the social butterfly that she was and I was by myself. Around me, everyone was smoking and drinking beer, laced with God knows what. I was too afraid to drink any of it.

I remember I thought that if I hid in a closet for the rest of the night, that I'd be safe. Then, when the party was over, I could sneak out and get home safely. I opened the closet door, stepped inside of it, and shut the door behind me.

It was almost completely dark in the closet and I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I didn't even notice that I wasn't the only one in the closet until I heard another set of breathing.

"Hello?" I'd called, and then you looked up startled. But then you smiled. "Oh, Miley. It's just you"

"Nick?", I'd said, feeling relieved and anxious at the same time.

"Yeah, it's me. Party too much for you?" You winked at me in the dark.

I remember being glad it was dark so that you couldn't seeme blush. "Well…Yeah, kind of. I'm not much of a party girl".

You grinned. "I'm not much of a party guy either". And then you turned and looked ahead of you and we were quiet again.

The next few events happened so fast I barely knew what was happening. One minute I was just gazing at your profile, so in love with you. And then before I knew what I was doing, I was leaning forward and kissing you on the cheek.

As soon as I realized I what I'd done, I pulled away, and look down, cheeks burning. How humiliating. But then the next thing I know, I felt your hand on my chin and then you pulled my face up to your eye level, and then you put your lips onto mine. You kissed me. I kissed you back. And even though it felt so wrong, it also felt like the most perfect thing in the world.

Just as the kiss deepened, came the moment that changed all of our lives forever. The door swung open, and there was Mikayla, the smile quickly sliding over her face.

And then her face became angry. Furious. The most mad I had ever seen on it in my life. "Nick?" she said, surprisingly calm sounding, "Miley?".

I swear I could see steam coming out her ears.

"You two can go to hell!" she screamed.

Then she stormed away.


"Mikayla!" you'd yelled and chased after her.

When you both came back, she'd yelled at me. Her best friend. She'd picked you over me. She'd called me a slut, a bitch, told me I was only jealous. And then she'd screeched "Don't ever talk to me again!" before running away.

You stood there in the doorway of the closet and looked at me for a long time. I felt the most betrayed I had ever felt and you had hurt and guilt in your eyes. You felt awful for what you'd done to her, and you felt even worse about what you had done to me.

You looked into my eyes and stared at me for a long time. I stared back, my breath in my throat. For a moment, I thought you were going to say something. Anything to break the silence.

But then you slammed the door shut, and once again, I was alone. But this time I had no one waiting for me.

You probably don't know this, but after you closed that door, I sat down on the floor, and all by myself in the dark, for what seemed like ages, I cried.

And when I was done crying, I felt empty. It's the same emptiness I've been feeling ever since that night.

I'm so sorry, Nick. I'm so, so sorry.

Love,

Miley


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