Except, this time she answered. She told me to back off and that she was getting really tired of everyone asking if she was okay. I don’t recall what happened next, I just know that after her little rant she disappeared for about two weeks. I knew this wasn’t the first time she decided to go off the radar; Miley loved just leaving everything behind to go discover new places. But this time I felt that she wasn’t having one of her adventures. I called her until her voicemail was full, constantly messaging her on every social media app she had, wondering where in the world she was and most importantly, was she okay?
By this time, our three-month friendship was almost coming to an end. I didn’t know I would lose her in a week’s time. After endless calls and messages, Miley finally responded. I clearly remember that day. How could I not? It was the first of March, 3:48 pm. I was in the middle of tutoring when she called, so she left a voicemail. She began by telling me how much she appreciated getting to know me, and she thanked me for still putting up with her even though she was a very “difficult and discreet” person.
I thought that was her only message, to say thanks for being her friend, but then she continued, explaining that she was not able to handle life anymore. She didn’t know how. “I want to put a stop to everything. No, I want to put a stop on time. Make it go back to when my father was still alive and tell him what I always meant to say but never got around to. But I can’t. He is already dead and in another world, so there’s only one other way to find him and tell him that I love him.”
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