𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 🕷 - 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅-

Who we were before

He tucked my body underneath the covers, softly smiling as Miles did so. The boy pat my shoulder, before getting under the covers to my right as well.

He adjusted himself, before letting out a sigh of relief by turning off the lamp and laying back down. The could still see his faint features though the light, the boy facing me.

I turned my body more to him, the two of us making eye contact as his breathing tickled my face. He lifted one of his hands, moving a piece of hair behind my ear.

I bit the inside of my cheek lightly to stop me from smiling, which didn't work. He chuckled a little bit, lowering his hand back down onto the mattress.

"Cmon, close your eyes." He whispered to me.

I refused, rolling them instead. He however, proceeded to close his.

"But I'm not tired yet??" I said with a questioning tone to my voice.

He stayed silent for a little bit, before speaking.

"Too bad, shh.." he said, urging me to sleep.

"But I don't wanna-"

He lifted his hand again, pressing it against my mouth. I hummed into his palm, laughing a little bit.

"Make that shut you up.." he said sleepily, but in a joking way.

I exhaled into his palm, but after a little bit removed it from my lips. He dropped it in between us, his eyes still shut.

I smiled a little bit, looking at his sleepy expression. His soft breathing made his chest slowly rise and fall, some of his curls draped over the side of his face.

I let him stay like that for a little bit, me moving closer to him, inches apart. He felt me move to him, me seeing his lips curve into a faint but visible smirk.

He lifted his hand again to rub the side of my cheek, keeping it there to bring me closer. I felt blissful, but I still had a sinking feeling in the back of my throat.

I'm afraid of what this can lead to, what if we could never be who we were before? I mean, losing him emotionally kind of hurt even if it was for a day.

What's odd is how committed he seemed when he kissed me the night before. How certain he looked at the fact that I was the one he wanted to kiss.

It's strange how it changed so fast, from a kiss at night to ignorance in the morning. I can't bear having that happen again, ever.

He just inched even closer to me, his warm breath sending lust but anxiety through my veins. I wanted this and I knew I did, but I'm afraid of going through it all again.

Losing him and getting him back isn't something I want to deal with right now. But he seems so sure.

He seems so sure on the fact he wants to do it again. What does he want?

Other than the kiss is there something he wants, emotionally? What does he know that I don't?

His lips started to brush against mine, strangely enough the anxiety started to fade away. It was almost like right before he did it I realized what it was.

Change. It was all change.

Change is customary, struggle is something natural. Love isn't something that you lose then gain, it's something you urge to have more of until you do.

Change will happen. One day we could kiss, the next we could hate each other.

One day he could be in love with me, the next he could be even more. Love isn't something you can fall out of, it's something you could be unsure about.

If it's love it's change, if it's change it's honest love. There really is no in between when it comes to me and him.

I pressed my lips against his, closing my eyes. I ached for this feeling, this feeling we had before.

He just pulled me closer, I wrapped my arms around him and hummed into his mouth. Miles deepened the kiss, me obliging by becoming submerged into it.

It felt so familiar but so unfamiliar. I've kissed him before, but last time he pulled away.

All because of change. We evolve, we grow, together we change.

A few seconds passed of us with our lips attached, before we slowly parted. He snaked his arms around me, still face to face.

I opened my eyes to his presence, looking at him. He had this look on his face.

Not one of regret, not at all. One of uncertainty.

He wasn't uncertain of the fact that he loved me, he knew that he did. He just didn't know if I shared that feeling.

Miles has been given to and taken from, he is used to the feeling of being used and thrown away. His hopes going up and getting dropped.

I know we are in love because of how fast I knew that. Yes you learn things, but there are others you just realize over time.

"I'm so-"

"I love you, Miles."

His lips slightly parted, his pupils going a bit small. He looked surprised, but then he realized I wasn't someone who would have the heart to throw him away.

I didn't want to, and he began to notice that.

"I.. I love you too.." he mumbled.

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