zombie boy | milo manheim

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One year. It's crazy to say that out loud. One whole year since Milo and I became... well, us. Sometimes, it still doesn't feel real. Not because I doubt it — but because it feels like something out of a dream. The kind of dream you don't want to wake up from.

This morning, I woke up to the sound of Milo making coffee in the kitchen. We've started spending more time at each other's places. It's not like we live together, but it feels that way sometimes. And honestly? I kind of love it. I used to think I needed space, that I liked being alone. But with him, it's different. It's like... being with him is my space now.

I remember the early days — how nervous I was, how I kept second-guessing everything. Did I say too much? Did I say too little? What if I ruined things by being too emotional or too quiet? I had so many thoughts spinning around in my head. But Milo never made me feel like I was "too much." He just... listened. He always listened.

Now, when I look at him, I see comfort. I see patience. I see someone who knows me — not just the parts I show the world, but all of me. The messy, loud, soft, quiet, laughing-too-hard-at-bad-jokes version of me. And he still chooses me. Every day.

We've grown a lot this past year — both together and on our own. I've learned how to let people in more. How to speak up when I'm sad, and celebrate the little things when I'm happy. I've learned that love isn't just kisses and holding hands. It's waiting in line to get your favorite drink even when he doesn't like coffee. It's picking him up from a late rehearsal without complaining. It's watching that one space documentary he keeps talking about, even if I fall asleep halfway through every single time.

And Milo? He's grown, too. He used to be so afraid of showing weakness, of saying he needed help. But now he tells me when he's overwhelmed. He's softer with himself. He talks about the future without fear.

But we're not perfect. We fight sometimes — about silly things like what to eat for dinner, or who forgot to buy more toilet paper. But the important thing is that we always come back to each other. We never let the little things turn into big things. We talk, we listen, we grow.

One of my favorite moments was when we went on a weekend trip to the mountains. It was cold, and we were wrapped in like five layers of clothes. We sat by a lake and talked for hours — about everything and nothing. I remember him looking at me and saying, "Being with you feels like home." And that sentence stayed with me. Because I feel it too.

Being with Milo feels like home.

We've started making small traditions. Friday movie nights — always with popcorn, always with a blanket. Sunday morning pancakes — he makes the batter, I burn the first one, we laugh. Little things that make our days feel brighter. We take walks through the city, sometimes holding hands, sometimes just walking quietly side by side.

I've also grown closer to his friends, and he to mine. Ashley, Sam, and Callie still scream a little whenever they see us being cute. Milo pretends to be embarrassed, but I can tell he likes it. He's part of the group now — part of my life in every way.

We had a picnic last month, just the two of us. I remember lying on the grass, watching the clouds move above us. Milo looked at me and said, "Do you think we'll still be like this next year?"

I didn't even hesitate. "I think we'll be even better."

Because it's true. What we have isn't something that disappears. It grows, it changes, it becomes deeper.

I'm not the same girl I was a year ago. Back then, I was scared of falling too hard. Now? I've fallen, fully, completely, and I don't regret a second of it.

And the best part is... I know he feels the same.

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Today, we're meeting at our favorite park.
I pack a few sandwiches, a book he's been wanting to read, and a small gift. Nothing big, just something personal. A photo of us from that mountain trip, framed, with a little note: "I love you, Zombie Boy."

When I get to the park, he's already there, sitting on the same bench. He sees me and stands up, grinning. That smile still makes my heart race.

"Hey, lover girl," he says, pulling me into a hug.

"Hey," I say back, feeling the warmth of his arms around me.

We sit, we eat, we laugh. We talk about memories, about what this year has meant for us. And at some point, he reaches over and takes my hand.

"Cecelia," he says softly, "this has been the best year of my life."

I look into his eyes and nod. "Mine too."

We sit in silence for a while after that, watching the sun slowly go down. The sky turns orange and pink, and everything feels peaceful.

As we walk home, side by side, I think about everything that brought us here. All the steps, the quiet moments, the talks, the doubts, the kisses, the laughter. I think about the future — about where we'll go, what we'll do, who we'll become. And I feel ready.

Because whatever comes next, we'll face it together.

And that's the best feeling in the world.

The End.

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Thank you all so much for reading Zombie Boy!! I'm so sorry for uploading the chapter after such a long time but I think it was the best to end the story now instead of continuing it. I have some new ideas in my mind that I'd like to share with yall soon!! 💗