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Miley's POV

"Look, say whatever you need to but just please stop fucking crying, okay?" Nick remarked impatiently after I had choked so badly with my words because I was crying.

"S-sorry," I sniffled.

He looked away again "Stop. Save your cry baby crap." He said harshly "Why are you even crying?!"

"It hurts," I mumbled.

"What?!"

"I said it hurts!" I spoke up, he shook his head at me "Oh, you're hurt? I thought that wasn't possible since you don't have a heart,"

"Enough, Nick..." I whimpered "Please don't be so mean,"

"Stop playing the victim. We both know who hurt who first." He spat and I felt even more hurt, it was all true, but I wasn't playing the victim...I just couldn't control my emotions, I nervously started bitting my lip and pulling my sleeves.

"Speak!" He lashed out on me, I cringed.

"I'm sorry," I quickly said, looking at him through my tears "I'm sorry for lying to you and hurting you."

He looked at me as if he was questioning the genuinity in my words. "Is that all? Will you leave now?" He said to me, I looked at him.

"Will you forgive me?" I squeaked. He chuckled.

"If you were me would you forgive you?" He said and his expressions instantly hardened "Who could forgive you?"

I closed my eyes and feel tears pouring down "Please don't make me feel worse than I already do,"

"Jesus, Miley are you just here to rile things up?! You come here, apologize, but you won't fucking stop playing the victim when you know what you fucking did to me was horrible! So you feel bad about yourself?! Don't fucking blame me for stating the obvious! I'm the victim here, Miley! I fucking suffered from your little lie! But then I fucking suffered even more from your honesty, which by the way was really generous. Thank you."

"Nick, I'm really sorry," I said walking over to him, he didn't budge and resided his expression of disgust "I feel awful, okay? I've never felt so awful before...I know what I did to you was...God, I was hurt for hurting you too!"

"Really?" He said with a hint of mock "So why didn't you thought of that before you went and broke my heart?"

I fell silent. I just stared at Nick in question. I knew I had hurt him so bad but I never thought he'd put it as broke his heart...and now a million things spread through my head like fire.

I opened my mouth as I stared at him tenderly "Did you mean it when you said you love me?"

He looked at me blankly, but he still looked slightly angry, he didn't say anything for a moment and I continued to stare at him.

"Nick?" I pressed.

"Why does it matter?" He suddenly said in a dark whisper "If I meant it or not you'd still probably make up that lie,"

I hesitated "But do you mean it?"

He looked away from my gaze. "No," He spat "I didn't mean it. I was just drunk."

I stepped away a little and did a slight shrug, but deep down I think I felt really disappointed and let down; so much that I think something inside of me broke. "Why do we keep hurting each other?" I thought out loud as my eyes trailed up to gaze at Nick. He shook his head.

"You hurt me first," He corrected.

"No," I object "Don't say I was the one who hurt you first when you obviously hurt me way too much before,"