Justin's POV;
Selena and I packed up Miley's room the next day. We decided we would donate most of her stuff to good will. The rest of the stuff we would store away in a box. I decided to turn Miley's room into a music room. She always loved music. She was in the school choir in Middle School and was the lead of her school's 8th grade play. She loved to listen to me sing too. She would beg me to sing to her. She told me I had a special voice and that I would win a grammy someday. She could have won a grammy someday too.
Miley had the voice of an angel. Everyone would stop and stare when they heard her sing. Her voice is one of a kind. She could have had a real musical career had she not...not, I can't bring myself to say the words. Any other death would have been easier to get over than this. 'Cause she was the one who choose to leave. I just have to learn to move on I guess.
I would always play songs for Miley on my guitar or piano. And sometimes we would even sing duets together. Music made us closer. I haven't touched an instrument since Homecoming. I sit on the stool and place my hands on the keyboard. Selena smiles at me. I then start to play like I never stopped. I play a song a wrote about Miley.
"You must have been in a place so dark you couldn't feel the light Reachin' for you through That stormy cloud. Now here we are Gathered in our little hometown This can't be the way You meant to draw a crowd. Oh why, that's what I keep asking Was there anything I could've Said or done Oh, I had no clue you were Masking A troubled soul, God only knows What went wrong and why You would leave the stage In the middle of a song. Now in my mind I'll keep you frozen As a fourteen-year-old
Rounding third to score the Winning run You always played with passion No matter what the game When you took the stage You'd shine just like the sun. Oh why, that's what I keep asking Was there anything I could've Said or done Oh, I had no clue you were Masking A troubled soul, God only knows What went wrong and why You would leave the stage In the middle of a song. Now the oak trees are swaying In the early autumn breeze A golden sun is shining on my face Through tangled thoughts I hear a mockingbird sing This old world really ain't that Bad of a place. Oh why, there's no comprehending And who am I to try to Judge or explain Oh, but I do have one Burning question Who told you life wasn't Worth the fight They were wrong, they lied Now you're gone and we cry 'Cause it's not like you to Walk away In the middle of a song Your beautiful song Your absolutely beautiful song."
