miles was never one to ask for help, nor was he one to contradict himself but regardless of his personal beliefs, i still found him sleeping beside me that night.
and the night after.
and the night after.
weeks passed and neither of us spoke of that time in the supply closet where hands had roamed and lips had touched and it was slowly driving me insane.
at first i thought it was because of the fact that he was lost and confused but as days moved on, he started sticking to the back during my performances until he just stopped coming in. he glanced at me as i came and left but he hadn't said a word. miles was miserable and he was becoming less of himself.
miles was even more depressed than before.
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train wreck ✓
Short Storyall i've done defeats me //rooftops with miles// [sequel to brown haired boy] friday, may 1st: #2 in short story
