Look For Me When The Stars Align

Us

"I... I need to talk to her about this," Phoenix says, rushing off to what you both would imagine to be Chelsea's room.

"Is that it? All we needed to do was repeat ourselves?" Miles' question made you realize how simple it all really was.

You practically repeated what you had said earlier, just a bit more adamantly.

As you walked back to your shared room, you found yourself studying Miles. He wasn't as mysterious as he made himself out to be. Sure, you've known him since you were kids, but he always made out to be some kind of shadowy figure. Some kind of snarky man who can knock down your self esteem down with a single look.

What people fail to realize is that he's not all that bad. He's hard on people because that's just how he was raised. Of course, some of that statement is true. You just don't know how true a good majority of your statements are.

Yeah, he's mildly upset a lot of the time, but that's just because he's got 25 deadlines and a giant detective following him around 24/7.

Of course he's gonna be snappy with you. He's running off of two hours of sleep, a cup of coffee and a dream (or a nightmare, who knows?)

Speaking of which... "Miles?"

"Mhm?" He looks down at you as you start down the stairs.

"You've been awake almost every time I wake up. Are you getting any sleep?"

"Of course I am. I'm getting better sleep than if I was at home, actually. It's been really comforting not having to come home to a pile of paperwork as your pillow."

"You mean you don't live in your office," you snickered.

"Hah! Not if I can help it."

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You two were lounging in your shared room once again. This time, just waiting for news on the wedding. Your head was rested on Miles' shoulder, watching some random show with him.

"Wait, so she's a princess samurai robot?" You asked him, looking up for an answer.

"I mean... basically, yes. She's played by the same actor who played steel samurai."

"Powers plays pink princess?!"

Your surprise was cut short due to the sound of a single gunshot. You shot upwards as Miles shrank back, a single memory playing in his head a thousand times, you're sure.

A familiar voice echoed through the halls, but instead of saying words it was just one thing: a scream. Chelsea's scream.

Before you could think you started rushing to the sound. You were halfway down the hall before turning to see that Miles had stayed back, and Phoenix was following closely behind.

You began to open the door, and see Chelsea. She was laying in a pool of her own blood, the window across from her bed shattered. You couldn't get a good look before hearing Phoenix's screams of agony.

"This wasn't how it's supposed to go," he wailed, falling to his knees.

The world felt so still at that moment. You had never seen this side of your job. There was commotion all around you. You and Phoenix had been taken in for questioning. You sat in that holding cell, waiting for something to happen. You felt so out of it all.

You had a visitor. At least, that's what you were told. You walk into the small, empty cell, seeing nothing but a window. Your eyes were adjusting to the light, but you recognized that shade of red from anywhere.

"Miles," you blurted as you rushed to the chair, "thank god, you're here!"

He chuckled, "not the most romantic wedding destination, hm?"

You roll your eyes, pouting. "Are you just here to chat? I don't see how I can help you out. Im still surprised you're allowed to prosecute this case, we're not in Japan."

"I'm not sure either, quite frankly. They weren't very clear on what they wanted from me. As for what I'm here for," he trails off, as if contemplating how to deliver his words, "I need to talk about us."