train wreck ✓

seventy-five.

"we can turn him in-"

"georgie, he's out to kill me," miles was so serious it was scary, his eyes were focused completely on mine, "you need to stop living in this little oasis inside your head and realize that i'm death on legs. and i love you way too much to let you suffer-"

i placed my hands on the sides of his face, his forehead coming to rest on mine, "i love you and that's why i'm still here."

he was still trying to convince me otherwise, "you don't love me, you wanted to fix me."

"miles, that's ridiculous!" his hands were shaking as he placed one on top of mine. his breathing became erratic, his eyes were looking around, bloodshot.

"you saw me as some charity case y-you wanted to fix me-"

and my lips were on his quivering ones, his breathing slowing to a normal, "you don't need to be fixed, okay? you're just sad."

a/n:

sorry this is so late, i've been on a little... hiatus, i suppose.
i'll update sometime later today if i can.