I had stayed up all night the past couple nights because I thought I was going mental for hearing Quint and Miles was constantly blasting music at three in the fucking morning. We dealed with the Quint thing and everything was as normal as it could have been in this house. Kate stayed because Mrs. Grose died and we needed a care taker. Even though we "got quint out" he was still in my head.
3rd person pov
Since Miss Jessel died y/n had slowly grown pale and the only color on the poor girl's face was the purple from under her eyes. She had also stopped caring about her looks. Everyone in the house was worried about her. She hadn't noticed herself because she avoided mirrors all together.
Miles was in love with the girl even though she looked completely different. She acted differently too. Sometimes really pissed off, sometimes sweet. Miles finally knew how y/n felt when Quint was around and he hated every second of it. He couldn't blame her because it was his turn to be treated like crap.
Flora would pick flowers then go into y/n's room and braid them into her hair. y/n tried to give Flora smiles but because of the year she had she basically forgot how to smile. Nothing could make her smile anymore. No matter if it was Miles smothering her and showering her with kisses, or playing dolls with Flora she couldn't.
When y/n was little all she could do was smile. It all stopped when Miles started going out with Quint. She would still smile sometimes though. It's just now she hadn't smiled in so long she forgot how to. She didn't notice though she thought everything was fine and Miles let her believe that for a little bit.
Now
y/n's pov
"hey y/n" Miles said coming into my room.
"hey" I say as I continue working on some school project before I go back again.
"how are you?" He sits on my bed.
"fine" I say and I look at him confused.
"y/n are you really fine"
"yeah? why"
"you look completely different and you act differently and you haven't smiled in over a year"
"what do you mean? I smile all the time"
"y/n" He puts his hand on me cheek.
"Miles there is nothing wrong with me" I was trying to convince myself more than Miles.
"you don't even look like yourself"
"stop lying" He hands me a small mirror and I look at my reflection. I yell and throw it making it shatter on the wooden floor.
"t-that's what I look like now" My eyes fill with tears.
"what's going on y/n" I sob.
"I'm not myself anymore before Jessel died I wouldn't hurt a fly and now I'm suspended for almost killing someone"
Miles' pov
I frown. she sounds like me
It wasn't Miss Jessel's death, or anyone's that made y/n like this. It was me. I had made the happiest girl on this earth dark.
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y/n's pov
School sucked all my friends turned on me. I didn't blame them I'm a freak. I was constantly bullied by everyone. I begged Kate to move me to a different school but she said we didn't have enough money to do that. Such bull shit we are the richest people in our city. And to top it off Quint got worse in my head.
I played with Flora more and I acted happy soon enough I looked like good ol' y/n. I became nicer to Kate and I tried to have a positive attitude at school.
Me and Miles lay down in of bunch of dandelions. I knew they were weeds but they were so pretty.
"how was school" Miles asked.
"fine" I never told Miles about me being bullied He intertwines our fingers together.
"that's really good n/n" I smiled to myself. We stayed in silence which wasn't bad just having him around was nice.
I was wrong about us we were soulmates. I had forgotten everything in that moment until Miles spoke up again.
"y/n" We both sit up.
"can you promise me something"
"yeah of course"
"promise that we'll love each other forever and when we die whatever happens then we'll still be together" I let out the smallest giggle and I hold his hands.
"I promise Miles Fairchild" I lift his hands to my face and I kiss his knuckles.
A/N: I'm cutting this chapter kinda short... that's all 🙂
