Reality

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"Miles held so much light in him that even the plants grew towards him."

I smiled at the quote I had written in my little notebook as I thought of Miles, Miles was a work of art in the most literal sense. Not a school crush or a boyfriend, but i figment of my imagination, a piece of myself. I was a writer, and Miles was my greatest work by far, I had written him to be so kind-hearted and innocent, he would be selfless and honest, he would be beautiful inside and out, graced with piercing blue eyes and a smile that could fill even the coldest of humans with so much warmth and happiness. "Jasper, are you listening to me?" My geography teacher called on me, "Of course, sir." He replied with an unsure hum and left me to my thoughts for the rest of the lesson.

As usual I had spent lunch sitting alone, writing in my book. I wrote of Miles' many friends and how popular he was with each and every school clique, I took a look around me and realised how different his life was from mine, though I did not envy him, or spite him for that. I admired him, he wasn't fake, he didn't lie to get to where he was. He was more real than any human being could ever hope to be, in my opinion anyway.

School ended as soon as it had started and I made it home in a matter of minutes. I recieved a short greeting by my parents and headed for my room, I flopped down on my bed as soon as I heard the door click behind me and allowed myself to close my eyes and imagine him, Miles, and who exactly I wanted him to be, I had never felt so infatuated with a character before, this one just seemed so... real. I felt like when I wrote about him, he was there, his presence was with me, and I liked that.