Take me to the skies

Chapter 4 -The first Task

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Addison's pov

Walking up the familiar stairs outside the flats facing each other, I felt my eyes water. I remember this place. All the times I locked my door and turned around to face a grinning Miles to walk to school together. All the times I walked ten feet to go to his house for comfort when my mom yelled at me for a careless mistake. And the first time - that I fell in love. 

I hesitated, standing at the front door of our flat. Tears welled up in my eyes and a drop dripped onto the floor. I looked down, shocked to see that the tear was clear, sparkly and captivating- I've never seen anything like it.The tear slowly shimmered under the sun and dissolved into nothingness. I wanted to knock. Looking around to see if my mentor was around, I cautiously stepped into the door. All of a sudden, a hot,piercing pain shot through my leg and my entire body burned up like hellfire."ARGH" I yelped and took a large step backwards, and bumped into someone. I turned around to see 8940's eyes ablaze, glaring furiously at me. Grabbing my collar, he shoved me into a wall. "What did I say about completing your tasks? You GO where you are supposed to GO, and you DO what you're supposed to DO. Don't you DARE force me to apparate to where you are to stop you from your foolish behaviour. Don't be selfish, the consequences of your actions don't only affect yourself, but it affects ME too." he forcefully slammed me into the wall and paused a moment before letting go. "This is your first official warning. The smallest mistake affects your path to success here." 8940 spit out. He smoothed out his coat in frustration and apparated away, the only trail left of him was the smell of his cloak. Like lavender and Oakwood. Spinning around with alarming speed, I found myself carrying my body forward towards the front door of Mile's house and with extreme caution after the first incident, I slowly reached out a finger and tried to stick it into the wall. I closed my eyes, afraid of the nostalgic burning sensation. There was none. Internally heaving a sigh of relief, I stepped into the flat boldly, my body naturally passing through the wall without fail. Upon landing both feet onto the carpet, my eyes opened slowly. There was no change in the large living room. Potraits of Miles as a kid hung from the walls, which were painted baby blue and white. It was simple and loving and warm. But it felt cold. Entirely cold. I stopped myself from thinking too much and carried on towards his room. Stepping into his room, what I thought would be a rush of familiarity became a feeling of sickness. I wanted to throw up. Holding everything in, I gulped and took in eveyrthing. Oh, the room definitely changed. The desk that was originally facing the balcony, overlooking city central was now facing the wall next to the bed. And instead of the bright blue curtains that we picked out together, the curtains draped by the balcony was just grey. Grey and sad. Walking over to his desk, I picked up a picture frame. It had pink seashells that I glued on that would sparkle under yellow light. And in the picture frame, was a photo of me and Miles, him when he was still wearing braces and a baseball cap, me with the glasses and and the silly grin, holding up our ice cream cones, me looking at the camera, happy as ever, and Miles looking down at me, his smile genuine and sweet. I almost snorted. How ironic. I put it down and frowned. Miles wasn't home. Looks like I will have to wait.

7 Months ago

I walked up onto the balcony, stretching as I had just completed by midday studying. Glancing over at the neighbouring balcony, I noticed something. Over the span of a few weeks that I haven't spoken to Miles, he had changed his curtains. They were dull and grey, fluttering lightly in the wind of the open balcony doors. Wait. If the curtains were not blocked by anything, it means- My face darkened and ran over to the other flat and knocked on the door. Miles opened it grimly and didn't even bother to muster a smile or intiate conversation like he used to. He didn't look like he cared. "Why did you shift the table? You know looking outside was your favourite thing to do when you write. 'Rarity' was already top 100 when you wrote the 40th chapter! You can't just change it, it won't be the same!" Miles lazily leaned on the door frame, his eyes looking down at me. "I stopped writing Rarity." Hearing what he said, i closed my mouth in shock and widened my eyes at him."Look, people change, and their habits do too. There's no use in pursuing something that doesn't even matter anymore. I've started on a new book and its climbing ranks fast. 'The lost soul' will take me where I want to get, not the 'Rarity'" Miles mocked and stepped back into his house. "If there's nothing else for you to say, I think it's time for you to go."without waiting for my protests, he closed the door. The last thing that I saw before he closed the door was his hazel brown eyes. They had lost their sparkle.

A sudden pang of sadness shot through me and I realised that I had been staring at his curtains. At least I wasn't staring in his eyes. I felt stupid. HAHAHHAHAH

A loud thud reverbated through the living room and I quickly stood up and dusted myself off. I was scared. Scared to see him. I quickly looked around and hid behind the curtain, my eyes dartinf around, full of uncertainity. There he was. Peeking out of the curtains, I gasped. Miles was right there, and breathing. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. It physically hurt to see him again, after- Miles was humming tunes and rearranging his desk, when his eyes fell over the picture frame.

Miles pov

The picture frame. The one Addy gave to me when we were still petty teenagers. I felt my heart breaking, shattering, like the car window shard that pierced through her forehead. I regretted everything I did. But there's no taking it back now, she's gone,forever.

Addison's pov

"Observe what he does. Your task is to find out why he did what he did" I snorted. Even the ghoul can't say it. He raised his eyebrow,"It's up to you to figure it out- and make sure you're right. Find the issue,solve the issue." "But how am I going to solve an issue if I don't even exist?" the Ghoul laughed mockingly at my confused expression

"You'll see"