Take me to the skies

Chapter 10 - Broken

A/N

hihihi i wanna say I'm so  sorry for this but this is a FORMAL APOLOGY LETTER and I wanna say I really appreciate your help for reading this book

HAPPY 300 READSSDSDIUHSIUFDHIDKFH IM SO HAPPY.

Originally I thought that it was just my friends reading this book and showing it the love it needs but there apparently were ACTUAL PEOPLE WHO READ THIS AND LIKED IT. Excuse my horrible spelling mistakes, I know they ruin the vibe sometimes. Forigive me.

So here comes the bad news. I can't give you weekly updates for a while, I'll be super busy etc,etc. I KNOW I KNOW, BUT PLEASE DON'T FORGET MY BOOK OK LOVES - ILL TRY TO KEEP UP WITH ONE OR TWO UPDATES A FEW WEEKS, BUT WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY IS- it won't be consistent, and I'll just try my best, please don't forget about Addison, Miles and my lovely gent Chris

Be a good samaritan, love them and don't give them up :(( jks love ya! Hope you enjoy this chapter!!!

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Addison's pov - back to the present

23. 23 days,552 hours, 33,120 minutes since the visit to the hospital. Chris hasn't spoken to me much then, besides the necessities, giving me advice on the rooftop, and assigning the necessary tasks. Everytime we meet, it's always the same sentence.

"We're running out of time."

The headaches grew more frequent, and Chris always tried his best to help - until he was whisked away by a random ghoul, leaving my crumpled body on the ground, clutching my head tightly. 

Not that getting to Miles was easy either. I hated confrontation, and ever since the first incident, I was always afraid to face him - despite my best efforts, he still refused to acknowledge my presence. I tensed up a little bit, my face darkening a little at the memory.

Day 22

My fingers tingled with recognition, almost excitement when I extended them through Mile's house door. 19th attempt, I counted. Walking through the familiar living room, I made a beeline for the place that I have explored the most - if only the owner was willing to let me in. Miles seemed unbothered by my presence, even when I was sure his eyes shifted slightly when I entered. He winced when I stepped a teensy bit closer, his eyebrows furrowing as he stood up from his desk. This time, he didn't bother to hide his irritation. He slammed his laptop close slightly louder, letting out a grunt and spun his chair back under his table.

"Is my presence really that bothering?"

Miles lowered his gaze onto me and took a moment to reply, nonchalantly ruffling his curls. I was staring into his eyes again - oh the pain - the TOTURE to not be able to touch him, to caress his cheek and tell him "It's okay to not be okay" . Looking into his eyes again, I realised that within the few months we didn't speak to each other, his eyes seemed to have grown darker, the hazel brown now an oakwood deep brown. His eyes,

dead dead dead

My reflection wasn't there. His eyes reflected not a human body, but a splatter of white light and a splash of sadness - just a moment, I saw it, the tiny glitter of a teardrop, before it was gone, disappearing as fast as it had appeared. 

You're dead You're dead You're dead

I almost shuddered at the cold gaze from Miles, not averting his gaze away from me. His oakwood eyes were fixated on mine, his face unmoving, uninterested.

"I'm sorry I have to do this." He lifted a finger towards me, both hands shifitng out of their respective pockets. I immediately backed away, frightened at the thought of the human touch."Why do you do this?Why ignore the past? Why hate me?" I felt my nose swelling up as the sourness crept through my face like a worm. There is was again - the flash of sadness in his eyes, the knowing look - but it was obvious what was happening. He was trying to hide it. And he'd become good at it too, being that after the years I've known him, I actually couldn't read his expression.

"I'm sorry. Please go." He breathed the words out like he'd just resurfaced from water after nearly drowning - and I knew it hurt , like a thousand knives, like broken glass shards.

"I don't understand - how can you just let me leave? Distance yourself from me? Without even telling me anything at all?H-How could you?" I felt the tears brimming my eyes, and bit my lip, trying to fight back the tears. The curiosity was overwhelming, painful, even - and it probably hurt more to just forget without knowing the truth. "Why still hide it from me? I'm already fucking dead!Just let me be in peace and enlighten me on this will you?"Miles shurnk back from me, his shoulders visibly sagging. 

"I can't bear to hurt you, Addy, you know that. But if you insist, maybe you should know this one thing." He sighed and spoke slowly, like he was trying to stall. "You remember Rarity? I hope you know that I'm aware you continued writing to the end of the book - MY BOOK without my consent. I told you that Rarity wasn't worth my time anymore but you just REALLY WANTED TO CONTINUE IT, didn't you?"His voiced raised slightly, his eyes turning to me sharply. The air tensed up all of a sudden, and I could feel shudders in my skin as the atmosphere grew cold and Miles stared at me. "Everyone knows muses don't write the story, they don't paint the fucking canvas - the artist does. And I think the fact that my book is being made into a movie proves enough to you that I am a better artist than you," He was stepping close to me now, the gap between us closing more and more. I wanted to back away, but I was frozen in place, afraid of what Miles has become.

 I didn't recognise this man standing in front me, this boy. I don't see the ever friendly face and the sweet, welcoming smile, the honey glazed hazel brown eyes which were always coated with sugar. 

And for once, standing in front of him, I was afraid. Very afraid.

He paused right in front of me, seemingly satisfied with our closeness, and without warning, reached out and grabbed me by the waist. I yelped in shock and felt his hand tighten around it. The excruciatingly painful sensation wrung through my every nerve, the pain palpitating throughout my veins. Thinking about how the touch at the tip of a finger hurt, this was definitely BEYOND extreme. I yelled out desperate, loud, shouts, hoping for a kind soul to appear, the contact between our skin burning deep into my bones like a radioactive chemical. I felt the pain in my head like hot lava pouring into my skull, digging out the insides of my head. My body was at extreme temperatures on the inside - the pain almost rushing out of me. Soon, the yells in pain turned into croaks of despair as I sank onto the floor, finally being let go of his tight grip. My body spasmed uncontrollably and the tears were stuck in my eyes like little orbs, my teeth hurt from gritting so tight - but at least the aftermath of the pain was slowly eeping out of me. I laid on the carpet in the room of the boy I once loved, who had just hurt me like no one else had before, knowingly, and had refused to let go. Miles stepped over my body and pretended like nothing happened, only to stop and turn back slightly. "I'll do this everytime I see you again.I hope what I told you was enough. Rest In peace, Addison Caranel."He walked out his bedroom, not stopping once to look back at me. 

He left me. Broken physically and mentally

Oh, the boy I once loved. I almost laughed out loud. Crazy what love can do to a person.