Take me to the skies

Chapter 5 - Progress

I spent the rest of the first day observing Milo's actions from afar - not that I was scared to approach him, I was dead, he couldn't even see me, it was just the overwhelming feeling that I couldn't overcome. Yet. "You need to observe." I remembered my mentor's words and that's exactly what I did. He went to school like normal, he attended all the lectures and he would stop by that coffee shop every morning between his first and second lecture to get an americano. It was like I never existed - like we never existed. He smiled and waved at his friends, who surprisingly brought up my death and asked if he was okay, but he always shook his head and ignored it,like he didn't care. Why would he care?

Why would he care about the death of his best friend?

I followed Miles to a little flower shop. Huh. I didn't expect that, not at all. He didn't seem to have a liking to flowers when we were still friends. Following him in, I noticed the flower lady smiling at him, her eyes almost brimming with excitement as she looked at him - she looked familiar, and it suddenly dawned on me. Sam - Samantha,

A year ago, BrookWoods high

The sky was flashy grey, the clouds bocking the sun, and not a ray of sunshine shone onto the campus - but I felt happy, in love, ready for everything. I felt motivation to do something brave, something daring, the exams were over and I wanted to do something crazy- something my little goody-two shoes wouldn't normally do. "Hi Sam!" Samantha seemed surprised that I suddenly intiated  conversation but her smile grew wide. She looked happy, happy like she was anticipating this conversation. We were in the some of the same classes and I would talk to her sometimes, turning around to discuss a question or asking if she did the assignment. I would wave at her in the corridors and she would invite me to her parties, we were friends, but not close, not close enough. And no one intiated to strengthen our bond/friendship. We walked to class, laptops in hand, talking and giggling about the little things, like the way our professor would walk - "He walks really gay, like REALLY REALLY" I laughed, and joked back about how our other male professor almost fell in love with him after seeing his walk. Laughing our stomachs off, I suddenly stopped her outside our classroom and cupped my hand against her ear, whispering softly,"I know its sudden and all but...You know Miles?" She nodded subtly and paused for me to continue.

"I might just be a teeny tiny bit in love with him." 

Samantha, the girl who couldn't control herself from showing her emotions on her face. I watched quietly from behind a pillar in the flower shop as Miles walked in, the bell chiming with welcome. The flower shop was the definition of aesthetic. The different flowers littered the sides of the glass panels, beautiful and well-maintained. The pastel colours of the flowers brightened up the room and many cages with flowers and leaves dangling out of them hung around the place, bright,yellow lights warmed the room,  the type of warm you'd feel sitting in an empty classroom and reading to the sound of the pittar-patter of the rain against the concrete floor outside. She smiled broadly and rushed over to Miles, who, unlike her buzzing excitement, seemed bored, almost annoyed. "HI BABE, HOW ARE YOU?" She squealed and planted a kiss on his cheek.I felt my heart sink. In turn, he returned a tired smile and replied a hurried fine.Her smile faded a little, and to my surprise, she asked Miles if it was because of me. Miles sat downon a chair in the shop, expressionless, and blinked twice. His mouth was twitching, so were his eyebrows. The shock grew, I honestly didn't think that Miles would be upset. Not realising that I was almost stepping out from the pillar I was hiding behind. Miles head snapped up and squinted his eyes in my direction. No. It wasn't possible. It was just my hallucinations. 

I was dead. He couldn't see me - it felt like a reassurance. I watched as samantha wrapped her arms around him and passed him a pink rose, which he sniffed and ripped the stalk off of, putting it in his shirt pocket. My heart was breaking piece by piece, chunk by chunk and a big,fat, teardrop fell onto the floor. Soon, the drop became a puddle, then it became a river of tears,gushing out of me.

The whole day made my heart ache. And not having Crystal to be there for me hurt my heart even more, I really wanted to live - I had dreams, BIG ONES, for myself. I wanted to study law and bring justice for the citizens, I want to move on with my life with Crystal, buy an apartment together, and work things out with Miles. Find the love of my life. But all that was gone now, because I bent down to pick up beads of a fucking bracelet. My face grew sour and I could feel my eyes growing misty. I looked around - I was still in public, it wouldn't be right for me to just walk around the grounds while sobbing. I lost track of where Miles had gone anyways - I'll just teleport to his house, since that's the only place that I could go to now. Blaming 8940 in my mind, I concentrated and apparated to his house, collapsing on his bed the moment i reached. I sat there staring out of the floor length windows, my heart heavy and my cheeks blotched. It felt like hours and I just sat there. I didn't want to do this - I didn't want to anymore.

"Addison?" I turned my head abruptly and stared at the doorway, my mouth turned agape at who it was. His face parallel to mine, his hair disheveled, eyes red- standing at the doorway was Miles.