His story isn't mine...

... I should've gone back to her.

"I Should come too." Miles proposed, a little skeptical.

"That's not necessary." The answer was sharp and quick. Miles could feel Margo's answer cut through his flesh.

They burned a hole into him, ensuring his agony.

Yeah, that firm belief of his just shattered, and everyone expected the person who uttered those words heard them. They were all aware of how swiftly the warmth in those brown eyes faded away.

Had he heard that from Hobie, he'd be fine; he could've taken it as a joke, but Hearing it directly from Margo. Hearing it from the person he desired to be with. Hearing it from The One he treasured shattered him like glass.

The smile on his face dropped lower than most of your grades. His mouth was dry, and his stomach clenched. Tears were threatening to fall from his eyes. This feeling was too similar to the one he got when he disappointed his parents, only much worse.

Guilt swung around his chest. His heart rate increased as he battled to control his quivering palms, so he shook them, attempting to rid himself of this weird sensation. This was the only way he knew of. He took a look around. He looked everywhere except at her face, knowing that one look at her would cause him to cry.

Did she not want him around anymore? Did he really mess up that badly--?

And the fact that she wasn't even looking at him broke him-no, shattered him. The fact that she felt more interested in her watch than him shattered him.

As she closed her watch after a few arrangements, she turned to Hobie. Who now just wanted to run away because, to him, wanting drama is not the same as being part of it.

"Let's hurry-" "Are you mad at me?"For the first time in three months, he listened to his instincts, which were all telling him to stop her-so he did. He grasped her wrist from behind, immobilizing her. A cloak of warmth enveloping her.

Even so, she did not face the boy, who wanted nothing else but to have her full attention on him once more. She couldn't. She didn't want his warmth for she felt too guilty for that. She couldn't breathe whenever she was near him because her anxiety was like a vice grasp on her chest.

For three months, they hadn't spoken. He didn't even bother texting her back; he just left her on read, and she didn't mind. How could she? She'd probably... have done the same thing if someone she considered a friend tried to kiss her. For all she knew, he felt too disgusted to speak to her.

Now that was something that broke-shattered her. To have the Miles Morals avoiding you? You definitely must've done something world breaking.

As for Miles, the answer to his question was right there in his head, but he refused to believe it. He refused to acknowledge it, but as she placed a hand on his, pushing his hand down, trying to break free from his grip as she whispered:

"I-I gotta go."

He somehow started to believe that going back to the way things were was just his wishful thinking.

That those three months had irreparably damaged their relationship.

But Miles Morales wouldn't be Miles Morales if he wasn't stubborn, but this time he wished he hadn't insisted, that he had let her go as she had asked for.

For he couldn't see the steady rise and fall of her chest, the quivering of her lips, or the flood of tears she was fighting so hard to hold back.

Three months alone with her thoughts had taken their toll on her, and now the person who was avoiding her.

The person who didn't even bother to respond to her text.

The person who she thought was disgusted by her to the point he couldn't even bother to look her way was now standing in front of her, trying to talk to her.

She couldn't take it.

"Margo--" As his deer-like eyes widened, the remaining of his words disappeared as if someone had ripped them out of his throat before he could finish his sentence, at her sigh of hot tears rolling down her cheeks.

A series of silent gasps erupted around them.

Miles felt as if he was being drenched with cold water; everything in him was shaking. Her voice cracked as she spoke, bile building on her throat. In his chest, his heart pounded loudly and violently.

One word lingered in the back of his mind.

....I caused this.

"P-please just let go."

If he thought he couldn't feel worse, this just proved him wrong. The pain in her voice, the look in her eyes-yeah, there was no coming back from that, was there?

Perhaps his love story wasn't going to have anyone in it.

"Miles...." Hobie didn't need to intervene. The weak push of her hand against his own, the shaking of her loose shoulder, the tears in her eyes, her shaky breath. The mere thought of Margo's warm smile and twinkling eyes was enough to make Miles a blushing mess. He couldn't help it. He really couldn't help it. In his eyes, she was perfect, so to see her crying because of him was something he couldn't cope with. He didn't want to.

"I-I."

With his free hand, he wanted to hug her to calm her down and tell her he was sorry for ruining their friendship. He was sorry for running away. He was sorry for not reaching out.

The words in his throat were begging to be let out, to be free, so they could reach her, so they could comfort her, but all she wanted was for him to let him go, and so he did as watched her leave after furiously wiping her tears. His chest tightening with regrets.

.... I should've gone back to her.